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THE GHOSTS of CHINATOWN by Rus McLaughlin email@example.com Twitter: rusmclaughlin Copyright (c) 2011. This screenplay may not be used or reproduced without the express written permission of the author. FADE IN: INT. PSYCHIATRIC OFFICE The room is yellowed with age, like old paper. A PSYCHIATRIST reads an open file from behind the desk. DANNY YUEN watches him with dark eyes, sitting in the chair opposite. He is Chinese, mid-30's, jeans, dark maroon shirt, dark tie. His body language says he's relaxed. He absently fiddles with the WEDDING RING on his finger. PSYCHIATRIST How's it feel to be back, Inspector? DANNY I'm not back yet. PSYCHIATRIST Well, yYu seem to think three months' administrative leave is enough. DANNY It feels like longer. PSYCHIATRIST It was supposed to be longer. Six months beginning eighth December. Prescribed full course of Zyprexa following episode sixth December. DANNY I stopped taking it. PSYCHIATRIST You stayed with family? DANNY In San Diego. PSYCHIATRIST That's good. That a San Diego tan? DANNY No, I'm supposed to be this color. PSYCHIATRIST Why'd you stop taking the Zyprexa? DANNY I didn't like how it made me feel. PSYCHIATRIST It limited the delusional episodes. DANNY Those stopped. PSYCHIATRIST I'm glad to hear it. My thing is, Danny, and I have to be honest here, a smart man would know exactly what to say if he wanted to snow me into putting him back on the job before he's really, truly ready for it. (puts folder away) I want to talk about your wife. (no answer) Inspector Yuen? DANNY Yes. PSYCHIATRIST Don't be nervous, Inspector. DANNY Thank you, I won't. POLICE PSYCHIATRIST It was a car accident. DANNY Black ice. In Sonora. PSYCHIATRIST You went back to work right after the funeral, and that's when you started to see her... DANNY ...everywhere. Danny isn't looking at him. Fiddling with his ring. DANNY Standing in a room. On the street. In the dress she married me in, this beautiful silk dress, only it was white now, because she was dead, I guess. Jen always thought she was plain-looking. She wasn't plain. (thinks) I wasn't ready then, and I know what I saw wasn't real. It's just, it was hard, because there's never been anyone else for me, and I miss her. I miss her. Silence. PSYCHIATRIST I'm sorry I never met her. Danny nods. A VISION IN WHITE steps in behind Danny's chair: a Chinese woman, early thirties, bone-white skin, in a flowing traditional Chinese wedding dress and hood. It is THE GHOST OF JEN YUEN, Danny's wife. Danny's face tightens, eyes front. His whole body tenses. The Psychiatrist can't see Jen, doesn't react to her presence. PSYCHIATRIST You know work isn't a substitute. DANNY No. But I need a purpose and they need me back on GTF. The Psychiatrist opens the file folder jots quick notes. PSYCHIATRIST I agree. And I think you've had enough of ghosts. Jen places a ghostly hand over Danny's shoulder, reassuring. An ice-cold chill runs through him. His face hardens, pointedly ignoring her. DANNY I don't believe in ghosts. Ignoring her with all his might. EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - DAY Fog shrouds the bay, sweeping over THE GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE. Only the tops of the spires and cables peak through the mist. The fog moves in through the city, taking over. EXT. CHINATOWN - CONTINUOUS Wisps of fog drift through vertical banners, hung over narrow streets. Everything's smashed together, bright red and yellow store signs, everything written in big Cantonese symbols. The streets are LOUD with PEOPLE, mostly Asian, crowding the sideways, jaywalking without warning. Cars are parked solid on the left curb. Delivery Trucks double-park on the right. A BMW ROADSTER blows through a red light... ...hard left onto a wider street. It slips into a No Parking spot in front of THE SILK DRAGON, a high-class restaurant, three stories tall. LI SAN steps out of the car; Asian, thirties. Sleek white suit and a snake-oil smile. He moves at the door, where two TRIAD SOLDIERS stand guard. LI SAN We're not taking customers today. Both soldiers nod. Li San goes into the Silk Dragon. INT. SILK DRAGON RESTAURANT - CONTINUOUS Black tile, gold wall panels, classy. Li San glides past empty while tables. A squat whirlwind in silk, MISS CHU (50), slides up beside him, keeping pace. Miss Chu lies when she smiles, and she always smiles. MISS CHU Ah, Li San! So good to see favored customer! You boys upstairs, ayah! Very rude, make trouble for me. Upstairs private, for Mr. Yi only. LI SAN Yi's three kinds of dead, Miss Chu. MISS CHU Ayah! Very terrible! Never hear more terrible! Guess you in charge now? Always say Li San smartest! LI SAN You've never guessed anything in your fucking life, Miss Chu. He reaches AN ELEVATOR in the back. He inserts the small key into a lock below the call button, and the door OPENS. MISS CHU Maybe we talk about Miss Chu's rent later, heya? Mr. Yi so unfair! The elevator doors CLOSE on her smile. INT. PRIVATE BARROOM A 40ish Chinese man - YI - is bound and gagged to a chair with duct tape. He's taken a bad beating, sweating hard. It's a good sized room for private parties. A DOZEN TRIAD THUGS hover at the fully stocked bar, leaning against black lacquer walls, smoking near AN IRON DOOR. The wall facing the street has A LARGE ROUND WINDOW. Li San ENTERS from the elevator. He holds up an unfolded BILL OF LADING in Yi's face. LI SAN Hey there, Yi. What's coming in on the Taicang Hao? A Thug whispers in Li San's ear. Li San throws the paper on Yi's lap and goes to the Iron Door, opens it, and VANISHES into the room beyond. Yi stares at that door, sweating... ...Li San EMERGES, marches up to Yi and presses a nickle plated .45 between Yi's eyes. LI SAN What the fuck is that? Yi can't answer through his gag. It's unintelligible. LI SAN (CONT'D) Y'think I don't know what Feng is up to? You better answer me. You better fuckin' answer me! Now I'm really losing my fucking patience! Yi is HOWLING through his gag, trying like hell to spill his guts. Li San nods, and half the Thugs draw all manner of knives. Li San steps away as they move in on Yi. Li San's CELLPHONE RINGS. He answers it. The MALE VOICE on the other end is too young, too arrogant. LI SAN Yeah. FENG'S PHONE VOICE It's Feng. LI SAN Hey there, Ron. I was just talking about killing you. FENG'S PHONE VOICE Wow, Li, you're so cool. You should come work for me, so I can say to people "There's a really cool guy who kisses my ass for money." LI SAN (re. Iron Door) I know how you did it, Ron. FENG'S PHONE VOICE Then you'll take my offer. Join the winning team. Li San takes a bullet out of his suit pocket, rolling it between his fingers. It's COVERED IN ANCIENT CHINESE RUNES, jet-black ink; a CURSED BULLET. LI SAN Sure. I've got a nine-millimeter offering for the new boss of bosses right here. Expect me to deliver it personally. FENG'S PHONE VOICE Whatever. You're on my property. LI SAN Lin owns the Silk Dragon. FENG'S PHONE VOICE I mean the planet. Bye bye, Li San. Feng DISCONNECTS. EXT. THE SILK DRAGON - CONTINUOUS From out of nowhere, two Chinese men stand on the street in front of the Silk Dragon: MR. WEI and MR. LIN. Both unarmed, frayed suits, cheap sunglasses. Mr. Wei is bigger, solid muscle. His shades are the oversized 70's kind, giving him an insectoid look. The Soldiers on guard duty SEE them, and don't hesitate. Both pull German machine pistols and rip though the clips, BRRRRT! INT. PRIVATE BARROOM Li San, Yi, the Thugs turn at the noise... ...a Soldier SMASHES THROUGH THE WINDOW, barely more than a red smear, and breaks a chunk of ceiling before hitting the floor - his machine pistol's still firing. Several Thugs are HIT by strays. Li San steps up and looks out the window. Mr. Wei and Mr. Lin are looking up at him from the street, three stories down. They haven't moved. Li San RUNS back to Yi, snaps the Rune-Covered Bullet into his .45's chamber with a snarl and SHOOTS YI: GREEN SMOKE TRAILS THE BULLET as it punches clean through Yi. The chair lurches off its legs, Yi's body crashing down. The SHELL CASING bounces on the carpet. LI SAN Kill everything! He RUNS. MR. WEI STEPS THROUGH THE BROKEN WINDOW. The air goes cold, and the Thugs OPEN FIRE with everything they have. A throwing knife on a chain DECAPITATES A THUG... ...yanked back; Mr. Wei catches his knife as Mr. Lin steps through the window frame. They ignore the hundreds of bullet hits destroying the window frame all around them. INT. POLICE INTERROGATION ROOM A blank, white box. A CHINESE PUNK is handcuffed to a table. Danny's kicked back in a chair, reading a newspaper. CHINESE PUNK I can stay all day. I'm not saying shit. Danny looks up from his paper, a little surprised. DANNY Okay. ...goes back to his paper. CHINESE PUNK I want my lawyer and my phone call. DANNY You only get those if you're under arrest. You're not under arrest. CHINESE PUNK Then I can leave. DANNY Go ahead. The Punk doesn't move. CHACK! - he pulls the cuffs chaining him to the table taunt. He can't leave. CHINESE PUNK Gonna undo this? DANNY Yes, in two hours. In one hour, I'm walking over to the Lau Yu Hotel on advice of my informant, who tells me it's a drugstore with a side in fresh-off-the-boat prostitutes. (looks at Punk) Don't worry about signing anything. It's all taken care of. It dawns on the Punk what's in store. He panics. CHINESE PUNK No, no-no, look, it won't help me if I roll and... DANNY We're not here to help you. We're here to make your bosses nervous. The door OPENS; SOTOMAYOR, a large Hispanic man, late 40's, leans in. Dark pants, white short-sleeves. SOTOMAYOR You back in business, Danny? DANNY I'm getting in the swing. SOTOMAYOR Got some free time? DANNY Sure, boss. Danny dumps the paper and EXITS with Sotomayor. The Punk's mouth drops - Hey! - as the door shuts. INT. GANG TASK FORCE OFFICES Danny grabs a gun out of his desk drawer. It's a smallish room with six desks, all busy with paper, files, and computers. Sotomayor points at Inspector STEVE MOODY (43), white, beer belly, totally unsentimental. SOTOMAYOR Moody! Get your gun. We've got a redball in Chinatown, Danny's primary. Could be a first strike in a new war, so stomp on it. MOODY Y'gonna handle the cameras, boss? SOTOMAYOR My best suit's being pressed as we speak. MOODY Nice you're back, Danny. Might have to beat the shit outta some people. Danny smiles lightly. They EXIT: the stencil on the office door reads GANG TASK FORCE. EXT. SILK DRAGON - DAY It's a circus: the whole street is taped off. SPECTATORS, News Vans, camera lights and REPORTERS crowd the police line. Two dozen COPS at work, red and blues lights swirling. The BMW Roadster is still parked out front. INT. PRIVATE BARROOM Danny has on surgical gloves, kneeling by Yi's bound and gagged body. The room is a slaughterhouse. Nine gruesome corpses cut to pieces; the remains of the Triad Thugs. One hangs from the wall by his ribs. Bloody THROWING KNIVES are embedded hilt deep in the walls. The bar is smashed apart. MEDICAL EXAMINERS and TECHNICIANS work the scene, SQUOOSHING on the blood-soaked carpet. The whole room is littered with hundreds of shell casings. Moody is examining the window-wall, notebook in hand. It's a solid patchwork of bullet strikes. MOODY They put a lot of effort into this side of the room, but I'll tell you what... I don't think they hit anybody. Any guess what came through the window? DANNY That would be Andy Chan over there. He's got glass in his skull. Danny clicks a flashlight on and sweeps the carpet around Yi's body with the beam. Moody makes his way over. MOODY It's a three story drop. Either a bus hit him or he's fuckin' Batman. DANNY (re. Yi) Does this hole look like a .45? MOODY Could be a .45. DANNY The Beamer out front belongs to a guy named Li San. MOODY Friend of yours? DANNY Triad master. We try to kill each other periodically. He travels with a .45. His flashlight beam stops on the CURSED BULLET CASING. Danny slips a pen inside the casing and holds it up. MOODY What's that say? DANNY Ancient Chinese Secret. (off Moody) I don't know. It really is ancient. MOODY Asshole. Danny rises, tipping the casing into a plastic evidence baggy as he walks up to the Iron Door. DANNY It's not a gang war. MOODY Suicide, right? DANNY Except for Brian Yi, everybody here is on Li San's crew. Li San shot Yi, but they both work for Richard Ho, the Dragon Head. Highest Triad rank. This is a purge. (re. Iron Door) Ready? MOODY Yeah, I'm sick of this room. Nothing in it makes any sense. DANNY It will. Danny nudges the Iron Door open, stepping in. INT. TORTURE ROOM - CONTINUOUS Danny and Moody slowly step in. Black walls, ceiling and floors are covered in silver and copper Chinese writing, ranging from pinpoint to huge. It all flows to the room's centerpiece: an Y-shaped IRON RACK, propped at an angle. The floor under it is one big bloodstain. MOODY Jesus Christ. DANNY Somebody's definitely going to hell for this. What're those? Moody examines four small pieces of shriveled pink meat pined to the wall. MOODY Tongues. That gets a look out of Danny, then he's back studying the walls and shaking his head. Crazy stuff. INT. SILK DRAGON RESTAURANT Cops and LAB TECHS swarm through the restaurant. Moody talks to a Uniform, taking more notes. Danny moves to where Miss Chu and her employees are huddled under police supervision. Miss Chu brightens. MISS CHU Danny Yuen! Favored customer, away too long! You won't make Miss Chu go to police station? Not Miss Chu, I see nothing. Restaurant open at two sharp! Never late, never early! DANNY There's nine dead bodies and a torture chamber upstairs. That's got to be a health code violation. MISS CHU Ayah! You think I know? I work restaurant, make customers happy. I'm old woman. DANNY How old? Miss Chu catches for a second. Her wide smile tenses. DANNY (SUB/IN CHINESE) [When I find Li San, my attention turns away from the Silk Dragon.] Miss Chu's smile wavers. A Uniform Cop LEADS HER AWAY. Moody steps over. MOODY I'll get some uniforms to canvass the neighborhood for... DANNY Witnesses? In Chinatown? MOODY ...right. DANNY You go ahead and start interviewing the rest of them downtown. Don't believe anything Miss Chu says. MOODY And you're gonna be where? DANNY I'm going to walk home. MOODY You're kiddin' me. DANNY No, I live just a few blocks over. I'll call in. MOODY You're fuckin' kiddin' me! We've got a red-ball here! Danny slings a good-sized computer satchel and EXITS. Moody shakes his head. Unbelievable. EXT. SILK DRAGON - CONTINUOUS Danny steps out of the Silk Dragon, and stops... ...Jen's Ghost is standing across the street, alone, past all the onlookers and reporters. She stares directly at him. Danny quickly looks away, takes the three stairs down to street level and ducks under the Police Line. Reporters swamp him with questions, microphones in his face. Danny replies IN CHINESE, shrugging until the mob abandons him. Jen's Ghost watches him drift into busy Chinatown. EXT. CHINATOWN - DAY It's bright and cold. Steam pours out a manhole cover. A group of CHINESE MEN gamble with dice at picnic tables set in a plaza, fast games. A chorus of "AWWW!" follows each round. Danny passes through, watching everything. A weathered ASIAN MOTHER quickly trots up the sidewalk, eyes darting, keeping her YOUNG DAUGHTER close. An OLD MAN meets Danny's gaze, then ducks into a store. A SPIRIT WARD is taped to the door. It's a paper rectangle, hung vertically, thick black Chinese writing punctuated by a fingerprint in dried blood. Danny walks by a Knickknack Shop, looking in the window at another Spirit Ward. A glance across the street: nearly every shop has a Spirit Ward hanging in plain sight. He stops, thinks, and hops across the street. INT. YIP'S TRADING COMPANY A cramped, packed-to-the-gills Chinese grocery store. Glass door. FRANK YIP (62), sweater-vest, is by the register. A cowbell TINKLES as Danny ENTERS. He hooks a shopping basket, wandering the store. YIP Danny! I didn't know you were back, how are you doing? DANNY I'm getting back in the swing. YIP That's good. If you're still not sleeping, you should try lemon grass soup, it's very soothing. DANNY What's with all the Spirit Wards? YIP What about them? DANNY Well, everybody on the block has a consecrated piece of paper on their door that says "Forbid Evil" signed in blood. Any reason? YIP Oh, you know... just in case. DANNY In case of what? Danny sets his full shopping basket on the check-out counter. Yip shakes his head, shrugging, weak smile. DANNY Rent still due on Thursdays? (no answer) Mind if I use your FAX? YIP No. I mean, go ahead. Yip's hand shakes as he rings Danny up. Danny sees it. DANNY And some Lemon Grass, please. He pulls a laptop out of his satchel and fires it up, putting on a wireless earpiece. Speed dial on his cellphone, a quick RING later, someone on the other end PICKS UP; CLERK'S PHONE VOICE Judge Wesson's office. DANNY Inspector Yuen, Gang Task Force. I'm emailing over some affidavits for warrants. Is the Judge there? He starts rapid-fire typing on his computer. CUT TO: INT. YIP'S TRADING COMPANY - MOMENTS LATER Danny leans on the counter by Yip's FAX, right hand raised. JUDGE'S PHONE VOICE Is your right hand raised? DANNY Yes. JUDGE'S PHONE VOICE Do you solemnly swear and affirm the affidavit is true and accurate to the best of your knowledge? DANNY I do. The FAX RINGS. An incoming FAX slides across Danny's fingers. He plucks it out and reads it, sipping paper-cup coffee. JUDGE'S PHONE VOICE Abracadabra. Nice to have you back, Danny. We still all miss Jen around here. Don't know if you've heard, but the ADA that Karl hired to replace her just doesn't cut it. Nowhere near Jen's league... DANNY Thanks, thank you, your honor. I'm sorry, I have to go. Danny DISCONNECTS, feeding the warrants back into the FAX and SENDING them. He calls another number on his cell. MOODY'S PHONE VOICE Moody, Gang Taskforce. DANNY How was it interviewing Miss Chu? MOODY'S PHONE VOICE She's a lie machine. Where are you? DANNY Grocery shopping. Listen, cut her loose. I'm FAXing you a signed DNR to tap her phones and warrants to seize Li San's home, bank accounts, his businesses and his boat. MOODY'S PHONE VOICE Okay, why are we targeting Li San? DANNY He's the only witness. MOODY'S PHONE VOICE Danny, the only way he'll I.D. anybody for us is by gunning 'em down in public. Hey, how long did it take you to get the warrants? The cowbell TINKLES. DANNY It wasn't a personal best. I've gotta go. Danny HANGS UP and looks over: THREE CHINSES TOUGHS move in on the counter - a leader in a LEATHER COAT, some muscle in Yoko Ono SHADES, and a snappy dresser in a fancy SILK TIE. Frank Yip tries not to look scared. Leather coat rips the spirit ward down. LEATHER COAT Rent, pops. And we told you about hanging these. Next time, it costs. Yip shoots a worried glance at Danny, then nods. He pulls out a small envelope, and starts to hand it over... DANNY Who are you guys? Everything stops. Silk Tie and Shades side-step out of sight, down the aisles. Shades comes back up the aisle behind Danny, while Silk Tie is dead-even with him. Danny's surrounded. Doesn't seem to worry him. LEATHER COAT You're not involved in this. Don't get involved in this. DANNY Andrew Wei collects on this street. I know everybody who works for Wei. I don't know you. Get lost. LEATHER COAT Frank, give me the fucking rent and YOU shut the fuck up before I carve everyone ever mattered to you! Danny steps forward. His eyes go cold. DANNY Do you honestly think you're intimidating me? Leather PUTS A AUTOMATIC PISTOL RIGHT IN DANNY'S FACE. Danny doesn't blink. A blur: Danny grabs Leather's wrist with one hand and SHOVES THE GUN'S SLIDE BACK with the other - the chambered bullet spins away. Leather struggles... Danny's thumb casually reaches around to hit the clip release. The gun's clip slides out and hits the floor, CLUNK. The gun is empty. Danny lets Leather go. DANNY What else've you got? Leather tries to pistol-whip Danny, but Danny's a step to the left before it gets close. He breaks Leather's nose with a solid punch to the face... ...Fancy Tie charges, Shades has a knife... Danny sweeps a handful of groceries off the shelf, right into Fancy Tie, stalling him... ...and blocks a swing of Shades' knife, digging an elbow into Shades' ribs, plus three fast punches to stagger him. Silk Tie's coming: Danny jumps down that aisle, catches the shelves and swings forward. Both feet hit Silk Tie center mass, LAUNCHING HIM BACK INTO THE FREEZER CASES at the back of the store. Fancy Tie is out. Danny's eyes are wild, cut loose... ...he turns: Danny bends back as Shades' knife flies over him - FSSH! Danny catches Shades' arm and DISLOCATES HIS SHOULDER with a quick jerk. Shades SCREAMS, cut off as Danny kicks him in the gut, NAILS him with a right cross, and punts Shades full in the head. Shades goes down with a meaty slap. Danny leaps over him, back to the check-out counter. Leather Coat is up, Tai Kwon Do stance. Danny smiles. Take a shot, kid. Leather lashes out with some kicks, Danny blocks, child's play. He slaps some punches aside. And then Danny POUNDS HIM: face, gut, chest. He slams Leather Coat into the counter and bounces him off a store shelf. The fight's over, but DANNY KEEPS HITTING HIM, OUT OF CONTROL. He grabs a fistful of hair and throws Leather face-first into the glass door, PRESSING HIM THERE. Jen's Ghost stands a few feet outside the door. Danny presses Leather hard into the glass, glaring, snarling. THE GLASS CRACKS, cutting across Jen's face. Danny blinks. His rage ebbs. He remembers the plan. Faking it: DANNY Think you can collect wherever you like? You wanna die? You wanna die? LEATHER COAT No! No! I work for Ronald Feng! Ronald Feng is Dragon Head! DANNY Ron... little Ronnie Feng? He's nothing! He's a rodent! YIP It's true! I pay Ronald Feng now! Everybody does! Danny, please! Danny considers, then lets Leather Coat go, brushes him off. DANNY I had no idea. Sorry. LEATHER COAT ...it's, uh... yeah, it's okay... DANNY Well, Frank? Nodding sharply at Leather Coat. Yip double-takes, then apologetically hands his envelope to a sore Leather Coat... ...Danny snaps the cuffs on Leather's wrist. Yip groans. Leather turns to see Danny holding up his badge, and just slumps. Danny finishes cuffing him, grabs his groceries and his computer satchel, and pushes Leather towards the door. YIP Danny! Danny looks back; Yip points at the two unconscious thugs littering his store. DANNY I'm leaving them there as a warning to others. He shoves Leather Coat out the door. INT. DANNY'S TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT Danny ENTERS, balancing groceries, no lights. A slightly full but tidy LIVING ROOM, furniture old and comfortable, shelves of dusty law books. A small kitchen in back. Jen's Ghost is there, in the shadows. Danny stops, fists clinched tight. Not looking, willing her away, willing self-control. He drops the groceries and storms UP A STAIRCASE... ...INTO THE BATHROOM. He snatches a prescription bottle out of a cabinet: ZYPREXA. He swallows two pills with tap water cupped in his hand. HE WANDERS BACK OUT TO HIS BEDROOM, a dark, shrouded place. Untouched queen bed, cold TV on the dresser. All the framed pictures lie flat or face the wall. Danny drops into a chair by the bed, eyes going cloudy, drugs kicking in, mind slowing down. His wedding ring slips off and CLATTERS on the hardwood floor. DANNY I know what's real. I know what's real. Please go away. Please. Please... just stop. Jen's Ghost watches him sadly. INT. GANG TASKFORCE OFFICES - DAY All six Taskforce Inspectors are present. Danny's typing a good 80 wpm on his laptop. A SANDY-HAIRED INSPECTOR peaks at it over his shoulder. SANDY-HAIRED INSPECTOR It's a warrant, and I'm starting the clock! I'll give three to one on everything under thirty minutes! VETERAN INSPECTOR Put twenty on twenty-six minutes. Bets, odds, and money flies around the squadroom. Sotomayor ENTERS, beeline for his office, NOT happy. SOTOMAYOR Yuen! Danny looks up, then looks back at Moody's desk. Moody catches it, but his gaze doesn't linger. Sandy Haired and the Veteran immediately start shouting at each other. VETERAN INSPECTOR No bet! No bet! Sotomayor called him in! Fuck you, bets are off! Danny heads for Sotomayors' office, ignoring his squadmates' shouting match. INT. SOTOMAYOR'S OFFICE Danny closes the door. Sotomayor glares at him. SOTOMAYOR No horseshit, Danny. Are you back? DANNY Is there room for doubt? SOTOMAYOR Why was my primary the first to leave the scene of a redball? Why was he out busting nobodies on unrelated charges? These questions plague me. DANNY Jason Ho isn't Dragon Head anymore. SOTOMAYOR Since when? DANNY The name Ron Feng mean anything? SOTOMAYOR Refresh me. DANNY He's an accountant. The one time I ran him he couldn't even look me in the eye. He's the new Dragon Head. SOTOMAYOR None of this says you're close to an arrest. DANNY Li San's on the receiving end of a purge. After the mauling he just took, he might be open to turning State's Evidence if we put the offer to him while he's looking extinction in the eye. What he knows can cripple organized crime in the Bay Area for years. Sotomayor smiles. SOTOMAYOR I might accept this... IF you tell the squad your next warrant is signed in exactly twenty minutes. DANNY What will that get me? SOTOMAYOR It will get me fifty apiece from the suckers in the crowd. I'll talk to the Bureau, see what we can offer Li San. Sotomayor sits behind his desk - meeting's over - and Danny EXITS TO THE SQUADROOM. Nobody's looking his way when he comes out. Moody's definitely avoiding his gaze. Danny's cellphone BUZZES; he checks it, and cruises past Moody's desk on the way out. DANNY I just got a text message from a C.I. Want to meet the new kingpin of Chinatown? Danny EXITS, not stopping. Moody thinks, leg twitching. He grabs his coat and follows. INT. CHINATOWN CAFé - DAY A sidewalk table outside a breakfast bar. Miss Chu and MRS. LING (58), a gossipy old woman not unlike Miss Chu herself, are having coffee and danish. MISS CHU They close my restaurant! Just to make trouble for me! MRS. LING Police are all goat-whores. Tell me how Li San escape! MISS CHU Ayah, that's bad Joss. Horrible. I think all Li San men were killed right over my head! MRS. LING (sing-song) Not all. (off Miss Chu's reaction) Li San's man came to the shop this morning and Yan curse more bullets for him. Miss Chu smiles grandly - Ahhhh! MRS. LING Not normal bullets, either. Ceramic and plastic. Isn't that funny! MISS CHU Ayah, your life is so exciting! Miss Chu drinks her coffee, grinning. EXT. AT&T PARK - DAY An open-air baseball park, packed with SCREAMING FANS. INT. LUXURY SUITE High above the diamond, a perfect view of the stadium out the windows. THE ELITE mingle, eating prime rib from a buffet and talking business. Nobody watches the game. Danny and Moody flash their badges to a pair of STEWARDS at the door. The Stewards back off. MOODY Ever been up here before? DANNY No. You? MOODY Years ago. My second wife's boss croaked. They raffled his tickets. DANNY Lucky. MOODY Yeah, no shit. Danny spots something, nods... ...far side of the room: RONALD FENG is laughing with some EUROTRASH over cigars. He's a thin, rabbity Chinese man in glasses and a suit that looks more important than he does. Mr. Wei stands at a distance, says nothing, does nothing. Danny claps a hand on Feng's shoulder, cutting in. Mr. Wei steps forward; Moody shows his badge. MOODY Heel. Wei doesn't stop until Feng holds up a hand, ordering it. The Eurotrash evaporate into the crowd. DANNY Hello, Ron. I almost didn't recognize you in that attitude. FENG I've got eighteen lawyers on speed dial. What do you want, Yuen? DANNY I like the new confidence, too. But honestly, I'm gone a few months and the kids are running the kitchen. Ho must be screaming blue murder. FENG Richard Ho is an ancestor. DANNY Really? How'd you pull that off? FENG Don't know what you mean. DANNY Well, Ron, I'd let you balance my checkbook, but you don't have the chops to be Dragon Head. FENG I have the tools. Danny smiles. Gotcha. Too easy. DANNY Wow. And to think I couldn't ever get Ho to even admit he had a rank. It's going to be a good year for me. I don't know how you did it, Ron, I'm just glad you did. Feng seriously eyefucks Danny. Danny chuckles right in Feng's face, then walks away. Moody follows. MOODY We're not staying for the game? Danny's cellphone RINGS. He checks, answers. DANNY What's up, Tom? DETECTIVE'S PHONE VOICE Danny, we got a hit off Chu's cell. She sold this to a Triad broker: Li San's got ceramic bullets. Danny stops, thinks, eyes wandering the Luxury Suite. A big Chinese in a SPORT COAT grazes at the buffet, no class at all. Across the room, a short, fat Chinese in a GRAY SUIT is standing alone, out of place. DETECTIVE'S PHONE VOICE (CONT'D) Safe bet he's got a plastic gun to go with 'em. We've got calls in to the airports and bus stations... DANNY No, get additional units and ambos to AT&T Park. Get 'em here fast. MOODY What's up? DANNY Li San's not rolling over. I'm making two soldiers in the room. They know my face, so watch it. Moody nods. They separate, moving through the crowd. Mr. Wei puts a hand on Feng's shoulder. Feng's eyes go wide, spooked. His voice is a shallow hiss. FENG No! Get me to the car first! Now! They beeline for the door, Mr. Wei leading. Anyone too slow to move bounces off him as he bulldozes through. Danny is in the Sport Coat Triad's blind spot; HE SEES LI SAN across the room in his white suit, eyes locked on Feng and Mr. Wei. Li San pulls a plastic gun. Danny whips his gun out, dead bead on Li San. DANNY Police! Freeze, Li San! Li San's eyes click over to Danny, a smile. Sport Coat Triad GRABS Danny's gun. Mr. Wei's head snaps around, sees: he grabs Feng and they VANISH THROUGH THE WALL as Li San FIRES a Cursed Bullet at them, green vapor trail. It BLOWS A HUGE CHUNK out of the wall, but they're gone. EVERYBODY PANICS at the gunshot, RUNNING. Moody jams a STUN GUN against Gray Suit's arm - TZZSK! Gray Suit CONVULSES and DROPS. Danny twists loose from Sports Coat and nails him with three fast elbows to the face, just as Li San RUNS OUT THE DOOR. Danny bolts after him. EXT. STADIUM PARKING LOT - CONTINUOUS A LIMO SCREECHES out of the parking lot. INT. LIMO Feng and Mr. Wei are in the back seat. Feng rips off his suit coat and pulls up his left sleeve: NINE CHINESE SYMBOLS ARE CARVED INTO HIS ARM. Feng concentrates, flexing his arm so hard it shakes from the strain. Two of the symbols begin to GLOW AN UNEARTHLY GREEN. EXT. CHINATOWN - CONTINUOUS Mr. Lin and MR. YAO, an older man dressed much like Lin, push out of a Chinatown office building and march to the curb. There's A TALL SKYSCRAPER dead ahead... ...IT FALLS AWAY. We're flying South over the city, no sound but the wind. We reach the apex of the arc and start to fall towards AT&T Park. The stadium CHEERS GROW... EXT. AT&T PARK - STADIUM SEATING Danny rushes out into the stadium, behind the final row of chairs. He scans the rows stretching down before him... Li San is one aisle over, running down the stairs. Danny hops up on the back of a plastic chair and JUMPS FROM CHAIR TO CHAIR, past surprised Fans, cutting across the whole section, heading Li San off... ...Li San turns, sees Danny, AIMS... ...Danny LEAPS, kicking Li San's gun away and booting him square in the chest. Li San goes ass over teakettle, rolling to his feet at the base of the stairs. He YANKS A HOSTAGE from the nearest seat, a 40ish father of two: choke hold, the kind that breaks necks. Danny walks up and presses his gun to Li San's forehead. Stalemate. Their eyes burn into each other. LI SAN You want me alive. DANNY I'm learning to live with disappointment. Li San smiles, and lets his Hostage go. Danny doesn't move, glaring at that mocking smile. INT. LUXURY SUITE - MOMENTS LATER Danny shoves a cuffed Li San back into the Luxury Suite, Li's plastic gun tucked in his belt. The Suite has cleared out, save for Moody frisking the Triads. He finds A CLEAVER. MOODY What is this? What're you, Iron Chef Dickhead? Siddown! (to Danny) Y'know, I never find shit like this working the Hispanic gangs. Danny hauls Li San across the room, out of earshot. DANNY I'm authorized to give you a deal, Li. Feng's three bodies away from complete control of Chinatown. Go State's Witness and I guarantee none of them will be yours. LI SAN You have zero clue what's going on. DANNY I know everybody's gotten real superstitious lately. Even you. Danny ejects a bullet from Li San's Plastic Gun and holds it up: it's CURSED, covered in Chinese writing. DANNY How'd Feng do it, Li? How's a scared little mob accountant grow up to be supreme of supremes? Li San's lips curl into a smirk. LI SAN Do you believe in ghosts? Danny blinks. What? Mr. Lin and Mr. Yao ENTER. The temperature drops ten degrees. Danny stiffens, a violent chill. Li San freezes. Moody doesn't feel it. He moves at them, .38 in hand. DANNY Moody... don't...! MOODY Hey! HEY! Get on the ground! Get* Mr. Lin moves a hand: MOODY SMASHES THROUGH THE FORWARD WINDOW and sails down two stories in a hail of glass shards, crashing onto the fans in the seats below. Danny pops off THREE SHOTS at Lin, but nothing hits. Mr. Lin heads straight for Danny and Li San. Danny RAPID FIRES POINT BLANK, no effect. LI SAN Use my gun! My gun! HURRY! The Triad Soldiers run, still cuffed. Mr. Yao's hand BLURS, a throwing knife shoots across the room: GRAY SUIT'S HEAD FLIES OFF HIS BODY in mid-step. Sport Coat jumps his body, but Yao's aready there, intercepting him with a single punch that reduces Sport Coat to a bloody mist. Danny grabs the Plastic Gun out of his belt, too late. Mr. Lin slaps it away and THROWS A PUNCH TOO FAST TO SEE at Danny's head as an afterthought... ...and MISSES, to Lin's deep surprise. Danny's dropped and SWEEP KICKS. It bounces off Lin's calf, no effect. Danny spins up for a head-kick - Lin's to one side before it gets close. A fast punch to Lin's jaw is just as casually blocked. Li San rolls, getting his cuffed hands in front, scoops up his plastic gun and bolt for the door. Mr. Yao smiles, Li San reflecting in his knife... Li San BRAKES HARD just short of escape; Yao's throwing knife hits the door, TEARING IT OFF ITS HINGES. Li San RUNS OUT with a smile on his face. Sucker. A feint, and Danny CONNECTS two fast jabs to Lin's head, pulping Lin's nose. No blood. Danny maintains fighting stance. Mr. Lin sneers. INT. STADIUM CONCOURSE - CONTINUOUS Li San bursts out of a stairwell, running. He brakes hard as MR. YAO STEPS OUT OF A WALL AHEAD OF HIM. A flick of his wrist, and a throwing knife - CLICK - appears, in his hand. Li San SHOOTS him: a Cursed Bullet SMASHES CLEAN THROUGH MR. YAO'S CHEST like a sledgehammer through glass. He's hollow inside, save for a VIOLENTLY CRACKLING GREEN GLOW. Mr. Yao looks up in shock. A BANSHEE WAIL BUILDS. Mr. Yao EXPLODES in a green flash. The concrete wall cracks, barricades catch fire. It throws Li San ten feet, and he slides another ten. INT. LIMO - CONTINUOUS Feng shrieks in agony, grabbing his arm; one of the Chinese symbols SMOLDERS and TURNS BLACK, bleeding bad. INT. LUXURY SUITE Mr. Lin's ignoring Danny's best hits, killing hits. Lin holds up a fist, THROWS IT.... ..IT PASSES THROUGH DANNY'S BLOCK... ...Danny takes the hit full-on. It draws blood, staggers him bad. He blocks a follow-up punch, tries to bat aside a kick; LIN'S FOOT PASSES THROUGH THE BLOCK, but it's solid when it CONNECTS with Danny's ribs. Lin drives Danny back, toying with him, beating him to a bloody pulp. Some Danny blocks, some PHASE through to their targets. Danny gets in a useless hit and takes three, barely staying on his feet. Lin winds up a coup de grace... ...Danny stumbles, FALLING BACK THROUGH JEN'S GHOST. He lands on his back. He looks up. His jaw drops. Jen's Ghost is blocking the fatal blow. Lin snarls, trying to budge Jen. He can't. His arms whip around, SO FAST IT BENDS AIR: Jen's Ghost CATCHES IT, and AGAIN, and AGAIN. It sounds like dueling thunder... ...she lashes out - WHOOM! - a headshot that takes Mr. Lin off his feet, spinning back into the air. Jen's feet leave the ground, white dress billowing, twirling end over end and KICKING LIN IN THE HEAD every time she comes around, flipping him higher and higher like a rag doll, AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN, a brutal aerial ballet. Danny scrambles to recover his gun, and reloads. Jen's Ghost catches Lin's head and DRIVES HIM INTO THE FLOOR, smashing it. She yanks his head up. Her eyes find Danny's. Danny RAPID FIRES. The bullets tear away Lin's face, leaving a pulpy mess. Jen lets him go, and LIN WOOZILY RISES TO HIS KNEES, STILL ALIVE. He struggles to do more, but can't. Lin opens his mouth, and a GLOWING GREEN VAPOR ERUPTS... ...FORMING AN ANCIENT CHINESE WARRIOR in full armor. "Lin's" body drops, an empty husk. The Warrior GRABS Jen: a sound like RIPPLING WIND as he hurls her across the room. Danny watches her vanish through a wall. HE DOESN'T SEE THE WARRIOR GHOST. DANNY What? Lin's Ghost strikes out like a cobra, flying STRAIGHT THROUGH DANNY'S BODY... ...AND GETS STUCK IN HIM, half-in, half-out. Danny SCREAMS; so does the Ghost. It drags him across the floor, struggling to free itself. Danny's eyes snap open, HIT BY A MEMORY: INSERT - FLASHBACK: INT. ANCIENT CHINESE THRONE ROOM - DAY ...we rush at A WARLORD in a long beard and resplendent robes, facing away. He's holding a knife. He turns, and we SLASH HIS CHEST with a sword, cutting him open with a single upward stroke. Blood flies... RESUME: Danny's eyes refocus. He can SEE Lin's Ghost. LIN SLIPS FREE, VANISHING like lightning through the wall. The cheers outside have died to unsettled rumbles. Danny sits panting, exhausted. Jen's Ghost stands nearby, demure as ever. He stares at her, mouth open. HE HOLDS HER GAZE. Jen blinks, can't believe it. Her mouth quivers into a small smile, a tear falls down her cheek. Danny reaches for something to say. DANNY Jen? Jen's Ghost silently gasps. More tears; she can't hold back the joy she feels. Danny just stares at his wife's ghost. EXT. WING CHI INVESTMENTS - DAY A charcoal toned steel-and-glass office tower on the boarder between Chinatown and downtown. Feng's limo pulls up and brakes hard. INT. WING CHI INVESTMENTS A Caucasian receptionist, VALERIE - young, blonde/blue eyed and gorgeous - stands up at her desk, shocked... Feng cradles his injured arm, suit coat bundled over it and blood soaking through. He's sweating - maybe even crying - from the pain. Mr. Wei calmly strides along beside him. VALERIE Oh my God, Mr. Feng, are you all right? Feng doesn't answer. He pushes straight through a double set of doors into a wide MEETING ROOM with windows looking out at downtown skyscrapers. It's packed with TRIAD SOLDIERS hanging out on couches, reading papers or playing video games. They all stand and stare as Feng tears through, too scared of Mr. Wei to offer help. Feng and Wei vanish behind a massive executive office door at the far end, leaving the soldiers to gossip and wonder. INT. FENG'S OFFICE Feng slowly peels his jacket off his arm, whimpering. Doesn't look good: there's a black, scabbed pit in his arm, in the middle of the clean, carved Chinese symbols. FENG Shit... shit! Why's there a hole in my fucking arm, Wei? What the fuck happened! Did Danny do something? He drops into a big leather chair behind a big oak desk, facing away from the window view. This looks like a hand-me down office, too big for Feng, too important. FENG Answer me! Wei stands stoically, not looking at Feng. He raises a hand. Feng sobers. He doesn't like this, but... FENG Do it. Wei instantly lays his hand on Feng's shoulder; there's a VIBRATIONAL SHIFT that makes Feng dizzy, makes him want to throw up. A GREEN GLOW APPEARS. Lin's Ghost is floating in the room, snarling. Feng brushes Wei's hand away - Lin's Ghost vanishes - and VOMITS in the trash can. He thinks for a moment. No choice. INT. WING CHI MEETING ROOM - DAY The door to Feng's office opens, and all the soldiers jump to. Feng leans out, looking around. FENG Hey, Mike! Got a special job for you. Twelfth floor, one hour! A young soldier in the crowd - MIKE LEUNG - hesitates. MIKE LEUNG Sure, boss. Feng vanishes back into his office, closing the door. Mike Leung looks around nervously. The others move away from him. I/E. SERVICE STAIRWELL/BACK ALLEY - DAY Mike Leung barrels down the stairs in a blind panic... ...hammering out of a service exit; he CRASHES into FAT MR. TONG, a beefy Chinese man in a worn suit and dark glasses, bouncing off him and landing in a dazed heap. Mike shakes it off, scrambles away; he runs up against MR. HO, a sixty-year-old also in shades. Mr. Ho grabs Mike's ankle, dragging him back to the service exit with impossible strength. Mike flails around trying to fight free, but Mr. Ho doesn't even notice. MIKE LEUNG Nooooo! Help! Somebody HELP ME! SCREAMING HIS LUNGS RAW, clawing at the cement. Mr. Tong opens the door, and all three go back inside the Wing Chi Investments building. Mike's screams die as the heavy steel door CLOSES. INT. ANCIENT CHINESE THRONE ROOM - DAY Golden light filters in through rice paper walls. CHANTING, wisps of incense. The Warlord stands in the Heavenly light, facing away, hand outstretched. A solid stream of blood is pouring from a cut in his palm. His other hand: a BRIGHT, SILVER DAGGER with an ornately carved WHITE JADE HANDLE. Danny is creeping closer, behind a row of pillars, not making a sound. His head is shaved, simple clothes. There are a number of CHINESE WARRIORS around the room - dressed exactly like Lin's Ghost - wearing red silk blindfolds. Danny puts a shaky hand around a sword handle on his hip and tightens his grip. He licks sweat off his lip. He has twenty feet to cover to reach the Warlord. A shard of light reflects off the White Jade Dagger, falling on Danny's eyes. Danny RUNS OUT FROM COVER... ...an arrow HITS the warrior closest to the Warlord, square between the eyes. The Warlord's wide open... ...Danny DRAWS HIS SWORD, SLASHING a diagonal line through the Warlord's chest. A GOUT OF BLOOD SPRAYS OUT. CUT TO: The Warlord's face fills the world, smiling cruelly. INT. MEDICAL EXAMINER'S OFFICE - HALLWAY Danny wakes. Jen is there, watching over him. The hallway is dull green, dirty floors, blank walls. Danny sits in a batch of hard plastic chairs bolted together. Jen stands opposite, against the wall. An ORDERLY wheels a gurney past, bearing a sheet-covered cadaver. He steers into an open door, and is gone. They are alone again. DANNY I think this is the last place I ever talked to you. When I said goodbye. (then) All I've wanted was more time, and I had it, and I didn't, you were there, all along, and I didn't... Jen reaches out her hand, pleading him to stop. A small, quick shake of her head. She smiles at him a little. DANNY You're perfect, you know that? She shrugs: Yeah, I knew. It breaks a smile out of him. They both turn, hearing a noise. Sotomayor leans out of the open doorway. SOTOMAYOR Break's over. DANNY I need to take a personal day. SOTOMAYOR Sure. Soon as you figure out how it is you killed a guy's been dead three weeks, you're off the clock. Danny's eyes flit at Jen. He rises, heading for the doorway. INT. AUPTOPSY ROOM Stark, steel gurneys, dull florescent light, and the dead. A MEDICAL EXAMINER has "Lin's" body on his gurney, connected to tubes and catheters as lifeless as "Lin" is. Danny and Sotomayor watch over his shoulder. Danny's attention keeps drifting past the others, ignoring them to watch Jen's Ghost. MEDICAL EXAMINER Swear to God, it looks like a bomb went off in there. If you can tell me how a guy who's organs are in an advanced state of decomp can walk around until a trigger-happy police puts eight slugs in his face, you're a better man than I. SOTOMAYOR So who is he? Danny? DANNY What? Lin, Eddie Lin. He owns that restaurant where the redball went down yesterday. Couldn't believe it when he came at me. Jen coldly studies "Lin." Her eyes flash up, meeting Danny's, a grave look there. SOTOMAYOR Rich guy? DANNY Loaded. SOTOMAYOR Funny there's no wallet. But he left us a love letter. In Chinese. Danny isn't listening, his attention on Jen. Sotomayor waves an evidence bag in front of his face; the BILL OF LADING is inside. Danny impatiently takes it and reads it. DANNY It's a bill of lading for a cargo container, coming in on a ship, the Taicang Hao. It's due in today, Pier 96. Passing it back, looking up. JEN IS GONE. SOTOMAYOR Well, thank you, Danny, glad you could participate. Think you can get a warrant for it? DANNY ...sure, boss. SOTOMAYOR Get it. Danny, you know I can't let you tag along to serve it, right? Not with what happened to Moody. DANNY Lin here killed Moody. SOTOMAYOR I know, but we don't give the public defender anything to play with we don't have to. (then) Chinese ship, right? DANNY Well, it's called the Taicang Hao. SOTOMAYOR Fuuuck. I am most definitely gonna need a translator. Sotomayor puts another evidence bag into Danny's chest as he EXITS. Danny's gun is inside. DANNY Right. Danny takes his gun out of the bag, looking over the Autopsy Area - no Jen. Just the quiet dead. He EXITS. INT. WING CHI INVESTMENTS - THE GHOST CHAMBER Feng ENTERS. SEVEN GHOST TRIADS are here, wearing shades that hide their eyes and suits that haven't been cleaned or changed in weeks. Mr. Wei is front and center. Mr. Ho and Fat Mr. Tong are close by. Three of them, MR. KAI, MR. JIN, and MR. LAU, all move as one, while reedy MR. MI waits in a corner. Mike Leung is strapped to an iron cross, central. No windows. Silver runes cover the ceiling and floor. Feng looks around, and walks up to Mr. Wei. FENG Where's Knife Walking Gou? I said get everyone here. It's been two weeks since I've seen him. (no answer) I ORDER you to tell me where he is. Mr. Wei doesn't answer. Feng lashes out, HITTING MR. WEI, left cross, right cross, kick to the balls, stomach punch. FENG WHERE IS HE? Wei hasn't budged an inch. No reaction whatsoever. Feng turns away and marches over to the iron cross, leaning over Mike. Mike's bare chested, stripped to the waist. FENG Thanks for volunteering, Mike. How's it going? Comfortable? MIKE LEUNG Ron, please... FENG Hey, you remember the time at Jack Kai's party? You said something funny, and that gave ol' Jack the idea to pour a quart of Bombay down my throat, and then everybody shot at me while I tried to stand still against that brick wall. That was tough, drunk as I was. Who can get closest! Remember? Feng snaps his fingers. Mr. Wei places a wickedly carved knife in Feng's hand. FENG I'm blanking on what it was you said, exactly. What was it? Do you know? Anything? No? How about it, Kai, you remember? Nodding at Mr. Kai. No response. FENG Guess not. Guess we'll never know. Feng nods; Mr. Wei and Mr. Tong effortlessly force Mike's mouth open and keep his head steady, and the knife goes in. Mike SCREAMS... his body convulses and the SCREAMS GO SHRILL as Feng works on him, dragging the knife around his face, carving into his chest. Feng steps off, tossing Mike's tongue to Mr. Ho. FENG Hang that up. Relax, Mike. Worst part's over. Blood pours from Mike's mouth. His eyelids are cut away; his eyes look bulging, unblinking. Huge, bloody gashes in his chest form a helix of Chinese runes. Mr. Mi holds open a thick, ancient tome for Feng to read from. Feng starts chanting in Chinese. A GREEN GLOW APPEARS; LIN'S GHOST hovers over Mike Leung, hungry. Mike shakes his head, unable to back away... ...the ghost DIVES INTO MIKE LEUNG'S EYES. Mike SCREAMS as his eyes catch fire, green fire, and melt away in white streams pouring down his face. His body CHANGES, painfully reshaping itself to contain something bigger than it is; something spreads through his body, just under his skin. The helix on his chest GLOWS. The other Ghost Triads watch impassively. Feng grits hard as A NEW SYMBOL BURNS ITSELF INTO HIS ARM. Mike abruptly stops screaming. The light dies. Wei and Ho take the restrains off Mike - now MR. LEUNG. They give him a shirt and suit coat, and a put a pair of dark sunglasses over his empty eye sockets. Mr. Leung steps over to Feng, and bows. FENG Knock it off. Show me how Danny did it, and then you, Motherfucker Wei, will be giving me a straight answer on where Gou is. Feng tosses the knife away. EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN - DAY A huge cargo ship, the TAICANG HAO, cuts through the water. Multicolored cargo containers are stacked high on its deck. A mid-30's Chinese man sits cross-legged on top of the ship's bridge, unmoving and unmoved, wind whipping his wild hair. KNIFE WALKING GOU wears a frayed business suit and a RED SILK BLINDFOLD. The ship is on course for the Golden Gate. The sun is shining through the bridge. EXT. PIER 96 - CONTINUOUS The Taicang Hao maneuvers under the huge cargo cranes, edging into dock... ...the dock is covered in police cruisers, lights flashing. Sotomayor watches it coming closer, flanked by Danny and a few Gang Taskforce detectives. Behind them, a dozen uniformed COPS. They all wait for the giant to dock. EXT. PIER 96 - LATER Three massive cranes are pulling cargo containers - "CANS" - off the Taicang Hao and depositing them on waiting cargo trucks, or stacking them on the docks. A DOCK MANAGER with serious beer-belly and a hardhat leads Sotomayor, Danny, and a half-dozen uniformed cops through a maze of cargo containers stacked three and four high. DOCK MANAGER Whadaya want me to say? Offloading twenty cans'a hour is goddamn good in anybody's book. I said the one you want's probably buried on the goddamn bottom. Didn't I say that? SOTOMAYOR And I'm saying "Goddamn unbury it." The Dock Manager pauses at a can to SCAN a barcode on its registration sticker. He pounds the can. DOCK MANAGER Right were my guys said. He turns; all the cops have drawn their guns. SOTOMAYOR Crack it. DOCK MANAGER Yeah... you bet... He cuts the registration seal. INT. THE CAN - CONTINUOUS Pitch black. Light floods in as the door OPENS. Two Uniformed Cops step in first, guns drawn, police-issue flashlights cutting the dark. Danny and Sotomayor follow. The Dock Manager slides his hand along the wall and finds the light switch; dull orange light filters down from above. The can is filled with wood crates. DOCK MANAGER So is it drugs or terrorists? DANNY Good question. Danny produces a crowbar and steps up to one of the big, man sized crates. A few good pulls POPS THE FRONT OPEN. Excelsior falls away, revealing AN ANGRY RED FACE: it's a life-sized CHINESE WARRIOR STATUE, long black beard, royal clothing, gold trim, holding two short, fat swords. DANNY Kwan Kung. God of war and wealth. (he THUNKS it) Hollow. SOTOMAYOR Well, there you go. Let's pop a few more, maybe we'll find the god of assholes and opium. He takes the crowbar and moves deeper into the Can. Danny hangs back. There's something here. He shines a flashlight over the walls, right onto a mass of smaller boxes hung in cargo netting. Danny steps over to the netting and pokes a hand through, searching blind until he finds a long, thin cardboard box. He tears it open, and unfolds silk wrapping. ...A SHARD OF LIGHT falls across his face... INSERT - FLASHBACK: INT. ANCIENT CHINESE THRONE ROOM - DAY The Warlord is in the center of the light, facing away. He DRAGS the White Jade Dagger across his palm, and pours the blood onto the floor. The blade is bright silver, almost glowing. RESUME: Danny's holding the White Jade Dagger. He moves the Dagger like it's the most natural thing in the world to be spinning it one-handed, twirling it, balancing it. Danny shakes his head, not sure how he's doing this. DANNY I guess dreams really do come true. (mutters) You're being haunted by the ghost of your dead wife, Danny. Maybe you should just shut up and go with it. Grip: the Dagger STOPS, and Danny feels something else. His attention falls on a HAT-BOX-SIZED CRATE on the other side of the can. Danny steps over and reaches for it. His fingers brush the wood. An EVIL SHRIEK in his mind. Danny RECOILS. EXT. LOADING/UNLOADING CRANE - CONTINUOUS A workman CRANE OPERATOR is in his booth, maneuvering a cargo container off the ship and over a waiting truck on the dock far below. He sees something dark move outside, on his crane, and tries for a better look. TWO KNIFE-POINTS PIERCE THE CANOPY ROOF. CRANE OPERATOR Jesus Christ! Knife Walking Gou is standing on his canopy; GOU HAS A LONG, SHARP DAGGER CRADLED BETWEEN HIS TOES, one for each foot, balancing on the cross-guards. He walks on them like stilts. Gou JUMPS onto the crane, lithe like a spider, dashes along its spine and dives down to the cables, swinging on the rigging; HIS FOOT-DAGGERS SCISSOR THE MAIN CRANE CABLE, slicing the cargo container free. The whole crane SHUDDERS, the few remaining cables SNAP... ...the container DROPS LIKE A STONE... It HITS the truck waiting below and tumbles over a few police cruisers before careening into the container stacks. INT. THE CAN - CONTINUOUS Danny looks up at the noise; the whole Can VIOLENTLY LURCHES, STRUCK FROM THE OUTSIDE, nearly pitching over. Everything goes flying. EXT. THE STACKS A swath of knocked-over cargo containers mars the neat rows. Knife Walking Gou leaps, falling at the wreckage. INT. THE CAN The dust settles. Danny picks himself up. DANNY Everybody alive? Sotomayor and the others are recovering. The Dock Manager is bleeding slightly. He finds his Nextel radio. DOCK MANAGER (into radio) Mike Pendleton! DOCK WORKER RADIO VOICE Pendleton, go! DOCK MANAGER It's Ray, I'm in the stacks! What the goddamn hell just happened? DOCK WORKER RADIO VOICE I don't know! Carl says some whacko just cut a crane cable! You okay? The Dock Manager looks up at Sotomayor. SOTOMAYOR Danny, I don't want any evidence leaving this can. (re. Dock Manager) And try to keep him alive. DANNY If it comes to a choice? Sotomayor snorts, leading the other cops OUT. EXT. THE STACKS Two cops, a LEAD and his BACK-UP, run through a aisle between container stacks. The Lead Cop holds up a fist, stopping; he hears a rapid KLINK-KLINK-KLINK from above. LEAD COP He's moving on top the cans. He raises his gun. Knife Walking Gou drops down between them, swinging a leg around 180 degrees, DECAPITATING the Lead Cop and shoving the foot-knife into his Back-Up, both dead in an instant. EXT. ELSEWHERE IN THE STACKS - CONTINUOUS Sotomayor is at a trot, two cops right behind. POLICE RADIO VOICE Officers down! I've got two dead, they've been cut to pieces! GUNSHOTS echo. SOTOMAYOR All units, converge on gunshots! Converge on gunshots! Sotomayor and his men break into a full run. EXT. AISLE BETWEEN CONTAINER STACKS A POLICE SARGENT crashes into a cargo container, dropping his gun. He's bleeding from a few deep cuts. Ten feet away, Gou is killing five cops. He pirouettes with supreme grace, slicing the last officer three ways before shoving a blade through his face. The Sargent scoops his gun up. Gou LEAPS, flipping high over the Sargent and spread-eagles, bracing between two cargo containers twenty feet up. The Sargent spins, FIRES THREE SHOTS straight up at Gou. Gou GOES TRANSPARENT against the blue sky - the bullets pass through. He turns solid again and LEAPS... ...landing one-footed on the Sargent's head; the knife goes straight down, all the way in up to the hilt. The Sargent's face goes slack, blood spills over his face. HE'S DEAD, but Gou balances just right to keep him from falling over. Sotomayor and his cops round the corner. Gou TWISTS, HURLING the Sargent's corpse right into the thick of them, knocking them all back. INT. THE CAN Danny studies the Hat-Box Crate, cautiously moving closer. SOTOMAYOR'S RADIO VOICE Danny! He got past us! DANNY How many are there? SOTOMAYOR'S RADIO VOICE I only saw one, but one's enough! Don't warn him! Shoot first! Danny and the Dock Manager hear the KLINK-KLINK-KLINK of knife-points walking on the Can's roof. DANNY Hide. The Dock Manager vanishes back into the depth of the Can. Danny TURNS THE LIGHT OUT, covering himself in darkness. EXT. THE CAN - CONTINUOUS Gou lands on the ground, clear shot at the Can's open door. The doorway is a black hole, impossible to see inside. Gou walks up, a hand on the frame. He steps one dagger inside... ...Danny KICKS GOU'S KNEE FROM THE SIDE, BREAKING IT with a sicking CRACK of bone and sinew. In a flash, he retracts and PUNTS Gou in the gut, kicking him out of the doorway. Gou lands on his back and flips to his feet, balancing on his good leg. The other hangs limp at the knee. Danny's outside the Can, gun out, dead-aim at Gou. DANNY SFPD, you're under arrest. Drop the stilts. Gou smiles... ...and ATTACKS; he covers the distance before Danny can even blink. Danny moves, barely avoiding a foot-dagger that goes through the Can wall like butter. He dives away and rolls as Gou swings his broken leg around, twisting it in ways it shouldn't go to slash at him. Danny SHOOTS HIM. No effect. Gou grabs his broken knee and GRINDS IT BACK INTO PLACE, stretching it, ripping muscle to put it right, and then charges Danny again, a sweep kick that Danny jumps; a high slash that catches Danny on the cheek... ...Danny reaches around his back... Gou brings a ferocious kick around... ...DANNY BLOCKS GOU'S KNIFE WITH THE WHITE JADE DAGGER. It reverberates, absorbing the massive impact. Gou's jaw drops, clearly focused on the Dagger. DANNY You look worried. Danny SLASHES, carving a chest-level slit in Gou's suit, the whole length of Gou's chest. Gou RETREATS and Danny presses the attack, stabbing at him while Gou dodges, impossibly fast and on the run. LUNGE: Gou goes straight up and splits, catching cargo containers on either side; he flips over Danny, slashing at his head - Danny bats it away with the Dagger - and lands close to the Can. Gou FLOATS back, springboards off the ground and grabs the Can's roof, swinging his legs inside... ...his foot-knives "GRAB" THE HAT-BOX CRATE... He swings out again, flipping upward and out of reach before Danny can reach him. Gou passes the Crate to his hands and ricochets from container to container, higher and higher, until he's dashing along the tallest stacks. He LEAPS INTO THE AIR... ...HIGH OVER THE DOCKS and GOING HIGHER, like he's bounding up invisible steps, heading back towards the city and gaining altitude with each "bounce." HE'S LONG GONE. Danny watches him go, White Jade Dagger in hand. EXT. LOADING/UNLOADING CRANE Jen perches high above it all, quietly watching. INT. THE JUNK SHOP - DAY An ELDERLY HAND slaps down a plastic block holding two rows of armor-piercing bullets, and slides them across a glass counter to Li San. LI SAN Thanks, old man. The hand is YAN's, an spry 60ish Chinese man in a Giants cap. His shop is typical Chinatown; crammed full of stuff, an antiquer gone horrifically wrong. He keeps the overheads off. All the light comes in from the big storefront windows. Two old men sit at a smoky table in the corner, smoking and drinking tea. BAO is gaunt and dark, QUE is doughy, sleepy. YAN Piss on your thanks. Try using a few of these this time. BAO If we bought him a whore, he'd spend a week trying to get her phone number. LI SAN How many Gui-Lo have you killed? BAO Congratulations. Eight to go. LI SAN I got close to Ron Feng yesterday. Tomorrow I'll get closer. Cut off the dragon's head... YAN ...the dragon dies, yes, normally. This is a slightly different case. QUE You still think Feng is the head? BAO Grow a spine and kill the Gui-Lo! Li San plucks one of the bullets out of the block. IT'S CURSED, covered in black Chinese writing. LI SAN I don't mind constructive criticism when it's honest. But c'mon... what do you dickbags know? Li San unslings A RIFLE BAG, unzips it, and draws a BOLT ACTION SNIPER RIFLE. In three quick movements, he pulls the bolt open, chambers a cursed bullet and snaps the bolt home. He aims at Bao's head. Bao straightens. LI SAN Armchair quarterbacks stay off the field because they don't have the guts for the real deal. When you're ready to hit the street and dare with me... oh, who're we kidding? Li San chuckles, putting his rifle away. QUE We've done everything we promised. LI SAN You've done shit. I take out one ghost with all the heat you slide me, and the other seven chop me before I even blink. YAN We've given you what we have! You don't have time to screw around on this, Li. You have no conception of what's going to happen if... Yan stops in mid-sentence. He, Bao and Que all LOOK UP, following something distant, far beyond the walls of the Junk Shop. Bao's lip trembles. YAN Feel that? QUE It would be hard to miss. YAN Guess we can stop guessing. If he's not back now, he will be before ballgag here gets a move on. BAO (SUBTITLE/IN CHINESE) (at Li San) [Worthless toadfucker!] LI SAN Calm down. Everything happens at its own pace. Nothing's changed. QUE Everything's changed. BAO We need to change with it. We need to decide on a strategy, where to run, how best to hide... YAN I'm gonna go have a look. Yan comes out from behind the counter. BAO ...what? No! He'll find out! YAN Maybe. (re. Cursed Bullets) Too late for that crap, kiddo. A cursed RPG wouldn't help you now. LI SAN Got one? YAN Ask Que. Yan EXITS. Li San turns to Que and motions. "Well, DO you?" INT. POLICE EVIDENCE LOCKER A basement warehouse inside a police station, blocked off by hard metal grates and doors. EVIDENCE COLLECTION OFFICERS place eight painted globes on the evidence shelves. A fancy carving of interlocking god figures from Chinese lore - THE GOD SIGIL - is propped on another shelf. The SWORD WARRIOR STATUE is hand-trucked into the cage. Two more statues like it are brought in; red skin, gold-trimmed clothes, black hair. One is an immense, squat, FAT BABY with a long spear, the other a stolid BOW HUNTER. Danny fills out paperwork by the door. NELSON, a uniformed cop in charge of the Locker, watches the statues go past. NELSON What do you call that? DANNY Xuan Wu, dark lord of the North. That's La Cha, the kid warrior, and Kwan Kung in back. NELSON (writing on clipboard) "Three Chinese statues. Big." That everything from the scene? DANNY Everything we found. He glances up. Jen's Ghost is there, giving him a highly incredulous look. THE WHITE JADE DAGGER IS SHOVED INTO DANNY'S SHOE, handle down, visible below the cuff of his pants. Danny adjusts his pants leg, hiding it. Sotomayor ENTERS. He nods at Danny to follow. They go deep into the aisles stacked with evidence boxes, where it's private. They keep voices low. SOTOMAYOR I've lost more good men in the last twenty- four hours than I lost in the last twenty-four years. What the hell is going on? DANNY I don't know. SOTOMAYOR That's not God-damn good enough! It all ties back to YOUR redball! DANNY I know who to bend. I just need to know you'll back me this time. SOTOMAYOR You're asking me that? On this day? DANNY You signed the order putting me on forced administrative leave. Sotomayor stands over Danny, breathing long, loud and hard, holding back the rage. SOTOMAYOR I have to deal with the press whores, and then I have to call widows and mothers. Do what you do. Give me something I can tell them that won't disrespect their loss. Sotomayor DEPARTS. Danny frowns, a bad taste in his mouth. He moves past a few Evidence Locker aisles, turning down one and scanning the labels of the cardboard boxes stacked on the shelves, searching. He selects a long box, pops the lid, and pulls out the CASING from LI SAN'S CURSED BULLET, sealed in an evidence bag. DANNY Nelson, I need to check something out of Evidence. NELSON (O.S.) Sure. How many statues you want? Danny turns the bag, looking at the casing in the light. INT. DANNY'S TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT Danny turns a drafting table lamp on, spotlighting the Cursed Bullet-shell. He unloads his gun - keeping the bullets - and sets it aside, putting his reading glasses on. He dips a thin paintbrush into a bottle of jet-black ink and paints on a bullet from his own gun, copying the Chinese symbols from the Cursed Bullet - that's his template. Danny paints a bit, compares it to the original, paints more. His wedding ring's back on his finger. Done: Danny appraises his work, and blows on his bullet to dry the ink. A row of his makeshift Cursed Bullets sit in a row on his computer desk. He adds the new one. A NOISE, the house shifts. Danny checks behind him. Nothing. He gets up, looking into the next room. DANNY Jen? No sign of her. Jen's Ghost sits halfway up the stairs, out of his line-of sight, smiling happily every time he says her name. She feels him change course, coming her way. DANNY Jen, you there? She stands, FLOATING UP to the second floor, GONE by the time Danny checks the stairs. INT. DANNY'S BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS Jen's Ghost goes over the dresser photos. THE FRAMES ARE RIGHTED, the pictures visible: Jen posing with Danny in their Kung Fu gi's, both black belts; Jen making arguments in a courtroom; Danny's police academy graduation photo. She doesn't reflect in the frame's glass. Her fingers pass through the photo when she tries to touch his smiling face. FOOTSTEPS: Danny's coming upstairs. By the time he makes it, she's GONE. INT. DANNY'S TOWNHOUSE - DOWNSTAIRS Jen passes her hand through Danny's cursed bullets. Their symbols GLOW as she "touches" them. The glow fades fast. INT. FENG'S OFFICE - NIGHT Feng's in his too-big leather chair, Valerie the Receptionist on his lap. He undoes her buttons one-handed while she drinks red wine. FENG This isn't easy to do one-handed. VALERIE Oh no, no-no, don't rip... He yanks, ripping the next button down off. Valerie yelps slightly, then giggles, getting into it as he RIPS another. She suddenly tenses in fear. Feng looks up: Mr. Wei is there. FENG Jesus Christ, what? Mr. Wei points up. FENG God, I wish I could just delegate shit to you guys. Feng eases Valerie off his lap. INT. DANNY'S TOWNHOUSE BEDROOM - NIGHT Danny's in bed, asleep on his side, facing Jen's half of the bed. Slashes of moonlight through the blinds. He opens his eyes. JEN'S GHOST IS THERE. She's "lying" in bed with him, on her side, her face just inches away. Danny puts his hand in her's. If they could touch, he would be holding Jen's hand. As-is, their hands are in the same place, passing through each other. Danny smiles, at peace, and drifts back off into sleep. Jen's Ghost smiles too, watching him with unblinking eyes. INT. WING CHI MEETING ROOM - NIGHT Mr. Wei shows Feng in. The room is dark, empty. City lights glow outside the windows. Feng stops a few paces in. Looks around. FENG Okay, why am I here? (no reply) Know what? I'm sick of this no-talk bullshit. Starting tomorrow, you idiots are learning how to write. In English. (to room) If anybody yells out "Surprise," they're dead. Feng steps forward and nearly trips over the Hat-Box Crate; it's on the floor, torn open. He KICKS it away, real short fuse, and slaps the light switch. Knife Walking Gou stands in the center of the room, holding AN ANCIENT CHINESE URN in both hands with deep reverence. It's trimmed in gold, the right size for funeral ashes. All the Ghost Triads are here, in a rough circle around Feng. They've surrounded him. FENG Well. Welcome back, Gou. Where've you been and, oh yeah, stand absolutely still while the others beat the unliving shit out of you. (re. Urn) What's that? Is that for me? Feng waits for Gou to hand it over. Gou doesn't move. Mr. Wei puts a hand on Feng's shoulder. Feng instantly shoves it off, startled. FENG What the hell are you doing? Don't ever touch me! Behind him, Mr. Ho lays a hand on Feng's back. Feng spins around, shaking Ho off. FENG Hey! They've all closed in on him. Gou stands in place while the others gently, firmly restrain Feng. They lock on to every part of him, and immobilize it. FENG Get off me! I order you to get off me! What are you doing! Stop! Mr. Wei and Mr. Ho takes Feng's head, tilting it back and forcing his mouth open, blocking his nose. Knife Walking Gou steps forward, unscrewing the Urn. Feng's eyes are wild, trapped... ...Gou POURS ASH OUT OF THE URN, STRAIGHT DOWN FENG'S THROAT. Feng panics and gags, trying to spit it out; they don't let him. He starts choking... convulsing... dying. An unending stream of gray ash pours down. His body stops fighting. Ash backs up in Feng's mouth, as if he's been filled up and is starting to overflow. The flow of ash peters out, and ends; the urn is empty. The Ghost Triads let him go, backing away and kneeling, heads bowed all the way to the floor. Feng hangs there, head back, arms dangling. A RUMBLE, deep inside his body: something's in there. The ash piled in Feng's mouth GOES DOWN in a rush. GREEN LIGHT moves under his skin, GROWING, twisting Feng's body until the light EXPLODES... ...the wave passes over the Ghost Triads, blowing furniture away. A solid wood table CRASHES through the windows, gale winds whip through the room, and die. "Feng" opens his eyes, and they are older, crueler than before. His bearing is more noble. Feng's gone. This is GONG SHAN TAI. He breathes in like it's his first taste of air in centuries. His voice carries the weight of Ages. GONG SHAN TAI (SUB/IN CHINESE) [This shell is weak.] MR. WEI (SUB/IN CHINESE) [We beg forgiveness, Lord.] GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Do I forgive? Rise.] The Ghost Triads stand, heads still bowed. Shan steps towards the broken window, staring at the amazing city below in disbelief. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Is this the world? How does so much change in so short a time?] Mr. Wei speaks: his mouth moves, but the sounds don't match. It's coming from deeper inside. MR. WEI (SUBTITLE) [We were betrayed, Lord. It has been much, much longer than planned, and we are in a new world across the sea. But the spirits of our home are here, and the tools for your Ascension are here.] Valerie APPEARS at the door, rushing in. VALERIE Ron! I heard... Shan freezes her in terror with a glance. He makes a sharp motion; Mr. Ho instantly grabs Valerie, bringing her forward and forcing her to her knees before Shan. He looks down at Valerie, disgusted. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [What is this thing?] MR. WEI (SUBTITLE) [Many people now look like this.] VALERIE Ron, I don't understand, what... Mr. Wei HITS HER, silencing her. Valerie's on the verge of tears, no idea what's going on. Shan brushes the blonde hair dangling over her forehead, lingering there for a moment. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Show me this world.] HE SHOVES HIS FINGERS INTO HER BRAIN. No blood. No scream. Valerie's face goes sideways, like she's getting an instant frontal lobotomy that HURTS. Shan wiggles his fingers, searching. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [So, simple creatures like this now control the world, and China allows it? Wars... rebellions... fools who lead through compromise. This new world interests me, but there is no strength in it.] MR. WEI (SUBTITLE) [They are desperate for you, Lord.] GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Yes.] MR. WEI (SUBTITLE) [Ying Ma is here. He has opposed us twice already.] GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Indeed? Well, isn't Fate a whore.] Gong Shan Tai looks out over the city, his fingers still in Valerie's brain. HE ABSENTLY FLINGS HER LIMP BODY OUT THE WINDOW FRAME, with all the concern and emotion of tossing a used newspaper away. INT. DANNY'S TOWNHOUSE - MORNING Danny snaps his Cursed Bullets into a clip, and fits the clip into his gun. He slathers honey onto burnt toast and chomps it down on his way to the door, licking his fingers, picking up the White Jade Knife as he goes. EXT. A DIRTY ALLEY - DAY A desperate CHINESE GANGSTER flicks out a knife. Danny raises his hands. DANNY It was just a question. The Gangster LUNGES at Danny. Danny pounds him face-first into the cement. He digs a knee in the Gangster's back and shoves his head into a shallow pothole filled with brackish water. DANNY At the risk of repeating myself, where's little Ronnie Feng hanging his hat these days? The Chinese Gangster struggles uselessly. EXT. THE STREET OUTSIDE WING CHI INVESTMENTS - DAY Danny cruises straight at the Wing Chi building, looking for a fight. He glances back, reading the corners for signs of trouble. Nada. He goes back to target. JEN BLOCKS HIS WAY. Arms out, dress billowing. She looks deadly serious. Danny stops in his tracks. What the Hell? DANNY What's wrong? Her eyes flash down. Danny follows... ...he sees a HUGE, GHOSTLY SERPENTINE BODY slither through the Earth under his feet, past the concrete; it's a CHINESE DRAGON. Danny jumps back, but it doesn't take any notice of him, vanishing somewhere past the Wing Chi building. Danny takes a step, following it. Jen springs forward, blocking him again. DANNY Jen... YAN (O.S.) Listen to your girlfriend, pal. They turn: Yan's sitting on a parked car roof. He adjusts his Giants cap lower over his eyes, then adjusts it back with a mocking grin, like he's playing with them. YAN Y'know, you seem familiar. DANNY You see her. YAN So? You saw the dragon. DANNY (flashing badge) Inspector Yuen, SFPD. Get down off that car and give me some I.D. YAN Oh, you don't want my I.D. DANNY Not really. Danny grabs Yan's ankle and hauls him down off the car, then pushes him up against it. He gets right into Yan's face with a dark scowl. Yan's still grinning. DANNY How can you see her? YAN Ah, you seek wisdom, my son. DANNY You'd better have some to give. You have no idea what I'm capable of. YAN Does she? Jen's cold eyes claw him. She drags a hand across her neck, instructions to Danny: "Chop him." Danny nods. Yan's unimpressed. YAN Y'got nothin', kids. There's only one thing in this world that scares me to the soul, and your Ex here doesn't want you getting anywhere near it, either. (re. Wing Chi Building) I bet she doesn't have half a clue what it is, but she can feel the hunger and the malice from here. I bet it hurts. DANNY So tell me about it. Yan considers it, studying Danny's face. YAN Its name is Gong Shan Tai. DANNY Never heard of him. YAN 'Course not. After Ying Ma killed him, people made an effort to erase Shan from history. DANNY I'm still not scared. YAN Well, he hasn't killed every living thing in North America yet. But give him a little time. Yan nods: MR. HO pushes out of the Wing Chi building's front doors, looking around. Standing guard. DANNY Don't move. (to Jen's Ghost) Don't let him move. Jen's Ghost raises a hand to stop him, but can't abandon Yan. Danny's on a collision course for Mr. Ho. He checks glass on the sidewalk outside Wing Chi, a bloodstain but no body, the hole on the twelfth story. Mr. Ho notices Danny on approach. DANNY Richard Ho! I heard you were dead. Aren't you a little important to be on guard duty? Mr. Ho appraises Danny. TWO THROWING AXES appear in his hands from out of nowhere. Danny fast-draws his gun, aimed right at Ho. INT. WING CHI MEETING ROOM - CONTINUOUS Mr. Wei, Fat Mr. Tong, Mr. Leung, and Mr. Mi all toil; praying in front of elaborate candles, placing others in specific patterns, painting Chinese characters on the walls. Gong Shan Tai wanders the room, MUTTERING WORDS, smoke pouring out of a incense ball. He stops. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [The enemy is here.] Every Ghost Triad in the room stops what they're doing. Shan steps over to the broken window. Way down on the street, he sees Danny, Jen, and Yan. MOVEMENT: the rooftop across the street. Shan focuses on it. It's Li San, and he's aiming A STINGER MISSILE LAUNCHER right at Gong Shan Tai's face. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [What's that?] Li San FIRES. EXT. THE STREET OUTSIDE - CONTINUOUS Danny and Mr. Ho are still in stand-off... ...the missile FLIES OVERHEAD; the twelfth story of the Wing Chi building VANISHES IN A FIREBALL... Mr. Ho HURLS AN AXE AT DANNY, so hard and fast it's all Danny can do to throw himself out of its path. It tears through the length of the parked car. Five shapes leap out of the fireball. Another axe comes in at hyper-speed: Danny rolls as it carves a BIG divot out of the street and bounces away. Mr. Ho's high in the air, two more axes in hand and coming down FAST at Danny. Danny snap-aims, and BLOWS OFF TWO BODY SHOTS right on target. They trail green smoke, they hit, but they don't slow Mr. Ho down. YAN Your handwriting's off! Danny throws himself away before Mr. Ho can land right on him, swinging axes that barely miss. A passing car separates Danny from Mr. Ho for a second. CARS SWERVE. PEDESTRIANS run for cover. SHAN LANDS on the street, not too far away and flanked by Mr. Wei, Fat Mr. Tong, Mr. Leung, and Mr. Mi. The Triads seem fine, but SHAN IS DAMAGED: HIS FACE AND ARM ARE CRACKED, LIKE A PORCELAIN DOLL that's been hit with baseball bats. Small chips flake and fall away. Mr. Ho freezes in place, waiting. Yan hides. Danny looks hard at "Feng..." ...AND SEES THE WARLORD FROM HIS DREAMS, glowing green. The Triads look like Chinese warriors in armor and blindfolds. Danny takes aim at Shan. Shan smiles like a shark. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [I see you're still a peasant, Ying Ma. Not very surprising.] (sees JEN) [Kuan Yin?] Yan's eyes light up at "Ying Ma." Shan runs a finger along the sleek metal of a parked car. DANNY Guess you're Gong Shan Tai. I'm still not scared. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Things change, but not people. Tell me, Ying, if I offered you your life... ah, but would I? No.] He barks something: Fat Mr. Tong, Mr. Leung and Mr. Mi LEAVE THE GROUND, RUNNING SO FAST THEY'RE BLURS... ...Mr. Ho CHARGES, an axe zeroing on Danny's head... Jen CACHES Mr. Ho and Judo-swings him around INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC, holding fast as a passing SUV DECAPITATES MR. HO. Danny SHOOTS; these Cursed Bullets work, and smash gaping holes through Mr. Mi's body, tearing off his left arm. He begins to HOWL, BUILDING as the green energy inside him becomes unstable. Mr. Leung gets in close to Danny with tiger claws - brass knuckles with short blades. Danny draws the White Jade Dagger and parries, shooting point-blank and MISSING. Jen dives at Mr. Mi, grabs him off the ground, swings him around and HURLS HIM straight at Shan... ...Mr. Mi DETONATES almost in Shan's face, breaking windows and throwing cars around before Mr. Wei can stop it. MR. WEI (SUBTITLE) [Protect!] The attacking Ghost Triads instantly leap back to surround Shan in a defensive circle. Shan rises, a little shaky. A huge piece of his face falls off and breaks on the ground. The sharp green face underneath "Feng's" skin belongs to the Warlord, but it CRACKLES and moves in-and-out of flux, trying to crawl away from itself. IT'S AGONY, and Shan snarls like a wounded animal, looking down the street. Danny reloads, ready with the White Jade Dagger. Jen's Ghost is right with him. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Lesson learned, Ying. No games.] Shan speaks words in no human language. The air around him RIPPLES and BENDS in a crackling, RAPIDLY EXPANDING SPHERE. Civilians inside the field, taking shelter during the fight, suddenly FALL DEAD. The field sweeps towards Danny. He RAPID-FIRES; the bullets explode two feet in front of Shan. Blood pours out of Danny's nostrils, he's suddenly too nauseous to even move. HE'S DYING. YAN DASHES OUT, grabs Danny's hand and drags him across the street as the field closes in... aiming for the closest shop, BASHING THROUGH THE DOOR... INT. THE JUNK SHOP - CONTINUOUS ...they sprawl on the floor; Yan KICKS THE DOOR SHUT, and the LIGHT OUTSIDE CHANGES. They're somewhere else. Both men pant heavily. Jen's Ghost stands over them. EXT. THE STREET OUTSIDE WING CHI - CONTINUOUS Shan instantly stops speaking and collapses from exhaustion; the death field evaporates. Wei and Leung steady him, Fat Tong and MR. HO'S GHOST stand guard. The street around them is torn apart, SCREAMS and cries for help. The Wing Chi's on fire. Shan's face is seeping out of the holes in "Feng's" skin. It's just a shell, and it's not containing him anymore. He appraises cracks in "Feng's" hand. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [The Ascension. Nothing else matters. We must be quick, before this shell breaks around me.] MR. WEI (SUBTITLE) [Yes, Lord.] The Ghost Triads help him away. INT. THE JUNK SHOP - DAY Danny picks himself up and wipes the blood off, heading for the door. Round Two. YAN Don't bother. I got us way the hell away from there. Danny ignores him, opens the door... ...IT'S A DIFFERENT STREET OUTSIDE, a busy Chinatown corner with no sign of trouble. YAN We lucked out. If Shan was in his own body, at full strength, there wouldn't have been time to run. And don't bother heading back over. Everybody on that street's already dead, and you would be, too. So, "Thanks, Yan, for saving my worthless life." DANNY Thanks, Yan, for saving my worthless life. In a flash, Danny slaps the cuffs on Yan. YAN You're welcome, asshole. DANNY My handwriting's off, huh? Guess that makes you the expert who supplied those bullets to Li San. YAN Li supplied the bullets. I just cursed them. DANNY Show me. Danny sits Yan down, and stands over him. Yan smiles, and the handcuffs POP OPEN. He hands them back to Danny. DANNY I saw what he was. He saw something in me, too. He called me "Ying Ma." YAN So? He thought Casper here was the Goddess of Mercy. Jen's Ghost bristles. Danny leans in, tapping Yan's chest with the White Jade Dagger. DANNY That's my wife. YAN She was your wife. What, you're gonna settle back down together, raise some kids? Death did you part, asshole. DANNY (pressing) In my dreams, I'm Ying Ma. YAN Then maybe you should kill Shan. You did it before. DANNY How? YAN Magic. DANNY I don't like magic. YAN Oh, magic's not so bad. It's like cooking. Get the right ingredients in the right proportions, mix it up at the right time, add a little love, whammo. Chocolate cake. (re. Jen's Ghost) As an example, you can do a hell of a lot with ghost blood. Yan grins at them. Danny and Jen exchange a look. INT. THE JUNK SHOP - LATER Jen holds out her bare wrist. Danny hesitates, unsure, then raises the White Jade Dagger and SLITS HER WRIST OPEN. Black blood pours out. Yan catches Jen's blood in a bowl covered in Chinese writing. CUT TO: Danny's on a stool, eyes closed. Yan dips a brush in the blood, PAINTING CHINESE SYMBOLS ALL OVER DANNY'S FACE AND ARMS in intricate, interlocking patterns. The symbols FADE after a few moments, like invisible ink. YAN The story goes that in the age of Gods and Demons, the weaponsmith Ying Ma forged THE perfect knife. The definitive article. Carved in white jade and forged from a silver tooth of the immortal Chung-Li Ch'uan. He made it to cut through spirit as well as flesh. He made it so no enemy, even in an age of Gods and Demons, was safe when facing this knife. And he did this on the order of the tyrant Gong Shan Tai. DANNY I gather they didn't stay on good terms. What happened? YAN This is the tough part. Shan wasn't human, but he couldn't match the Gods, either. He commanded powers that gave him dominion over every living thing, and he used them to make real his vision of a strong, peaceful empire by butchering the millions who refused to worship him. He was a perfectionist who could never make things perfect enough. There was always going to be someone or something that didn't measure up to his ideal. Ying Ma saw this, and betrayed Shan. DANNY "Betrayed?" YAN If you asked Shan. Jen's Ghost prowls nearby, watching Yan intently. Yan's eyes shift to the table where his "art supplies" sit. The White Jade Dagger sits there, too. DANNY What about the Triads helping him? YAN Gui-Lo. "Ghost men." His personal bodyguard. DANNY They're blind. YAN They don't have eyes. It's not the same thing. (then) Done. Yan puts his brushes down and walks off. Danny follows him, holding his arms out, watching the writing FADE from view. DANNY Neat. What's it supposed to do? YAN Those are all defensive wards. They'll help, but you're gonna need something a little more potent. Jen looks: the White Jade Dagger's gone from Yan's table... DANNY Such as? YAN SHOVES THE DAGGER INTO DANNY'S CHEST. Jen's Ghost FLIES AT HIM. Yan holds up a spirit ward, stopping her in her tracks. She circles, dress rippling violently, trying to get at him. Danny's in agony, stabbed right through the heart. Yan shoves him back against a wall, knocking over the shop's wares on the way. Danny tries to draw his gun, so weak he practically hands it to Yan, who takes it. YAN This'll sting a bit, but you'll thank me later. (chopping) This is one tough soul you've got, asshole. Must be a lot of gristle! Yan gleefully CARVES THROUGH DANNY, stabbing home again and again, digging the knife around in Danny's arms, his legs, his chest. Danny SCREAMS... ...Jen's Ghost circles, looking for an opening... Yan yanks the knife out, and Danny collapses. EXT. CHINATOWN STREET - DAY Yan half-drags Danny out of a shop and eases his fall to the sidewalk, still gripping the White Jade Dagger. He puts Danny's gun on his chest. YAN There you go, honored customer! Come back soon, heya? (re. White Jade Dagger) Thanks for this. Without warning, JEN'S GHOST SWEEPS THROUGH YAN, grabbing the Dagger out of his hand - she can touch it - twisting to brandish it at him, ready to kill. Yan jumps back into his shop, SLAMMING the door. Danny painfully sits up and checks himself; his clothes are ripped, he hurts like hell, but he can't find any wounds. He finds his gun, staggers to his feet and lurches at the shop door, shoving his way inside... INT. FLOWER SHOP - CONTINUOUS ...he stops cold. The Junk Shop's GONE, replaced by a bright and cheery array of flowers and A FLORIST looking at him very oddly. Danny puts his gun away. DANNY Magic sucks. His cellphone RINGS. He answers it. LI SAN'S PHONE VOICE Now you know. Li San DISCONNECTS. Jen's Ghost stands surrounded by flowers of every color, holding the White Jade Dagger, a vision in white. INT. THE JUNK SHOP Bao and Que step out of the shadows to meet Yan. YAN Plan B. He grins at them. INT. POLICE SQUADROOM - NIGHT A television is tuned to local news, barely audible over the PHONES and SHOUTS in the squadroom. Images show teams of first responders tending to wounded and dead at the Wing Chi building. A dozen ambulances. NEWS REPORTER (TV) ...hasn't confirmed whether the two blasts were related, but experts speculate that the street-level device contained a biological element. The Department of Homeland Security has raised the alert status in San Francisco to Red and activated National Guard units... The squadroom MOVES, in crisis mode. It's a big, long room with lines of metal desks and dozens of Police, uniformed and plain clothes, working. Phones constantly RING. Sotomayor is in the thick of it, on a phone. SOTOMAYOR All leave's canceled. Every badge in the city goes on the street. He catches Danny ENTERING, all torn up. SOTOMAYOR Danny! Sweet Jesus, you okay? DANNY Most of me, yeah. SOTOMAYOR Then get most of you to work. We've got National Guardsmen moving in looking for terrorists, and they don't know Van Ness from Market. DANNY Keep them out of Chinatown. SOTOMAYOR I doubt they'll be able to find it. DANNY John... no. Keep them out of Chinatown. They'll just get killed. Sotomayor stops, and meets Danny's gaze. DANNY Keep everybody out of Chinatown. SOTOMAYOR What the hell, Danny? (closer) You were there. You were there, weren't you? God's sake, Danny... tell me what we're dealing with! Danny doesn't answer. What can he say? DANNY Terrorists. SOTOMAYOR You're lying to me. (then) Go home. Danny unclips his badge and holds it out. DANNY Want this? SOTOMAYOR JUST... go home, Danny. Danny clips his badge back on, and EXITS. EXT. CHINATOWN - NIGHT The streets are empty, the street lights are DARK. Only the lanterns are lit, throwing red and gold light on the stores and long shadows on the homes above. Gong Shan Tai walks down the street. The Ghost Triads make up his train; Wei and Leung follow, Knife Walking Gou slithers on his stilts. Ho's Ghost and Fat Tong both float ahead as scouts. Despite his damage, Shan smiles at the world. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [I feel the universe bowing to me.] The spirit wards in the windows CATCH FIRE as Shan passes. He doesn't notice. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [I feel the planets align. I feel this Earth moving around its sun, I feel it turning through day and night. Destiny is close. Ascension is close.] (to Mr. Wei) [Things happen when they're meant to, and where they're meant to. Which is why I have not destroyed you yet.] MR. WEI (SUBTITLE) [The Brothers will find a place.] GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [I know. Destiny wouldn't forget a detail like that. You see?] He nods at an alley between buildings: three Ghost Triads melt out of the shadows. They're THE BROTHERS, Mr. Kai, Mr. Lau, and Mr. Jin, and they all move together, as one, in total coordination. MR. KAI (SUBTITLE) [There is a temple here, Lord, more than suitable for your use.] GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Of course there is.] The Brothers bow. Shan smiles. INT. TIEN HOU TEMPLE - NIGHT Golden candlelight infuses the air. Incense and time. This is an ancient, sacred place. It looks like a converted penthouse studio loft, with a shrine occupying one end and mats on the floor. Elegant in its stark simplicity. Fat Mr. Tong floats out of the room, carrying an UNCONSCIOUS PRIEST in red Buddhist over his shoulder. No sign of blood. Gong Shan Tai grins with both faces - Feng's and the ghostly green underneath - truly pleased. He sweeps a hand: a solid pattern of golden symbols and geometric shapes - the FENG SHUI MATRIX - appears on the walls, floors, and ceiling, like shining a flashlight on hidden text only visible in the beam. Another PRIEST watches Shan, horrified. BUDDHIST PRIEST Please, this is a sacred space! GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Yes, it is. It's perfect.] (to Wei) [Shed no blood here, but kill everything in the building. Start with him. His face is unlucky.] (to Buddhist Priest) [Pray to me, Priest, that I will allow you into Heaven.] Mr. Wei picks the Priest up one-handed, and EXITS. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Now we need the proper furnishing. Wake the Guardians. And someone please retrieve my knife.] He points at the far wall, pointing at... INT. DANNY'S TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT Danny tapes a "Forbid Evil" Spirit Ward to the window. He grabs a beer out of the refrigerator and drops into the living room couch. Jen's Ghost watches nearby. DANNY So, how was your day, honey? Jen's Ghost frowns at him. DANNY Yeah, mine too. But I didn't feel lost today. (closer) Even if we can't speak, even if we can't touch, I find your presence comforting. I don't know how we can live together like this or how long we have, but if you're with me, it's enough. Jen's Ghost is by his side. She kneels down to him, smiling and bows her head in agreement. Danny smiles, at peace. Her hand glides towards him; A GOLD LIGHT FLARES through Danny's shirt, by his heart. A fist-sized CHINESE SYMBOL. It catches them both by surprise. Something clicks: Danny strips off his shirt and tenderly probes the places where Yan cut him; something's in his arms and chest, GLOWING FAINTLY UNDER HIS SKIN. He kicks off his pants - quick shrug to Jen; she motions "Go Ahead!" More dully glowing symbols inside his thighs. Jen passes her hand over the glow in his arm and it FLARES, GLOWING through Danny's skin. They are CHI GLYPHS. Danny reads them: DANNY Fire, Ocean, Wind, Mountain... (over his heart) ...Spirit. He concentrates, and the Glyphs GLOW BRIGHTLY, then FADE as he lets up. DANNY What do you think these do? (then) Let's try this. Danny sits, closes his eyes, slows his breathing, and starts to meditate. THE GLYPHS LIGHT UP. INSERT - FLASHBACK: INT. ANCIENT CHINESE THRONE ROOM - DAY Golden light filters in through rice paper walls. CHANTING, wisps of incense. Gong Shan Tai stands in the Heavenly light, praying. YING MA - Danny, bald and dressed in simple rags - creeps through the surrounding pillars without a sound. Silent signals tell his ARCHERS which shadows to hide in. He licks sweat off his lip. GUI-LO stand in their places around the room, in their armor and red silk blindfolds. An Archer slips an arrow from his quiver. It's a small sound, but a Gui-Lo REACTS, tilting in their direction, then moving straight at the pillar where the Archer is hiding. The Archer tenses, shoots a frightened look at Ying Ma. Ying Ma motions to him: Lower. Quickly, the Archer closes his eyes, exhales. The THUD of HIS HEARTBEAT SLOWS... and STOPS. Dead silence. The Gui-Lo pauses. It's gone. He returns to his place in the ceremony, and the Archer slowly breathes in again. He nods at Ying Ma. Shan drags the White Jade Dagger across his palm, cutting far and deep. He stretches out his hand, and lets a long stream of blood fall on the floor... ...it pools, and then MOVES into patterns and shapes. The blood draws itself into lines and circles, words and symbols, completing the design. Ying Ma creeps closer, behind another pillar. The walls are covered in Chinese script, the Painted Orbs and the God Sigil are here. Ying Ma puts a shaky hand around his sword, and tightens his grip. There's twenty feet to cover between him and Shan. All his men are in place. AN UNEARTHLY HUM fills the room. Shan's blood-design GLOWS underneath him. The ORBS LIGHT UP. Ying Ma dashes out from cover, RUNNING STRAIGHT AT SHAN. Instantly, Gui-Lo throughout the room move to intercept him. One sweeps in lop Ying's head off; ARROWS STRIKE HIM, killing him first. Ying doesn't slow down, doesn't hesitate, doesn't deviate one inch off course. His archers FIRE from cover, killing any Gui-Lo threatening Ying; one HITS the Gui-Lo closest to Shan, square between the eyes, leaving Shan wide open. Shan turns... ...Ying Ma DRAWS, SLASHING UP in one movement and chopping a diagonal line through Shan's chest. A GOUT OF BLOOD SPRAYS... ...AND FREEZES. It hangs in the air, still half-in Shan. Ying stares in disbelief. Gong Shan Tai smiles cruelly. The gout of blood LUNGES AT YING MA, viper-quick, snaking around his neck and lifting Ying clear off the floor. It's choking him. He sees his archers being cut down by Gui-Lo, killed to the last man. GONG SHAN TAI Was this your rebellion, Ying Ma? GUI-LO My Lord! Pointing: the White Jade Knife sticks in the wood floor, right were Shan dropped it. It's CUT Shan's blood design. Shan's face falls. GONG SHAN TAI No... NO! He HURLS Ying Ma across the room into a stone pilar, nearly breaking him in two. Ying Ma lands limp in a pool of his own men's blood. A pair of Gui-Lo scoop Ying Ma up, holding him fast. GONG SHAN TAI I was going to be a god! YOUR God! Did you not WANT to live under my patronage? You have disgraced yourself and your entire family! GUI-LO We can prepare the ritual again, my Lord. We can... Shan motions; that Gui-Lo's head TWISTS 180 DEGREES. He drops, DEAD. GONG SHAN TAI Can you realign the stars for me? Will you re-create perfection for me? The proper conditions will not repeat for four centuries! (to Ying Ma) The peasant thwarted his king. YING MA You are not my king! You were my conqueror and my tyrant! You will never be a god! Never! But Shan takes no notice, thinking. GONG SHAN TAI I will not be less than I should be. I will not wait idly for the years to pass until I claim my due. He CLAPS HIS HANDS, a sharp sound. The Gui Lo MOVE, gathering up the artifacts, tearing the room down, dousing the piles of debris with oil. Ying Ma sees one walk past, using daggers as stilts. GONG SHAN TAI Bao! Yan! Que! You will be our caretakers. You know what to do. Ying Ma strains to watch. Swiftly, the Painted Orbs are collected in a burlap sack. The God Sigil is wrapped in silk. Everything is given to a Gui Lo; THE YOUNG BAO. Tapers are thrown on the debris piles, IGNITING THEM. Ying Ma sees three Gui-Lo, moving in perfect unison, face each other with iron spears. As one, they all FALL ON EACH OTHER'S SPEAR, killing themselves. The Gui-Lo are committing suicide. All of them. Shan steps up to a warmly glowing paper wall, and throws open a sliding door. He steps forward to take in THE VISTA BELOW: IT IS A WASTELAND, fires burning out of control. China has been scorched bare, as far as the eye can see. GONG SHAN TAI All I've accomplished... it's not enough. He steps away sharply and spreads his arms. Three Gui-Lo surround him with drawn swords. GONG SHAN TAI Hold nothing back. Be thorough. (then) NOW. Ying Ma watches: a big Gui-Lo SHOVES HIS SWORD THROUGH SHAN'S HEART. Another CHOPS into Shan's neck, hacking away until he's cut the head free. The third CUTS SHAN'S HEAD IN HALF, right down the middle. A Gui-Lo holding Ying Ma down rises and draws his sword; it's A YOUNG, STRONG YAN. Ying Ma is bent down, execution-style, as Young Yan raises his sword... ...AND STRIKES... RESUME: INT. DANNY'S TOWNHOUSE - MORNING Danny opens his eyes. The Spirit Ward he taped to the window is ON FIRE. He jumps at it and swats it out. A dark shape moves outside. He ducks back. INT. POLICE EVIDENCE LOCKER Nelson is doing rounds, ticking off things on his clipboard, walking right by the SWORD WARRIOR STATUE without a glance. The statue's eyes follow him as he passes. INT. DANNY'S TOWNHOUSE - CONTINUOUS Danny motions to Jen's Ghost: hide. He stands in the center of the room, and exhales. His Chi Glyphs fade, muted. HIS HEARTBEAT SLOWS... and STOPS. Silence. Slowly, Danny turns. Fat Mr. Tong is in his home, silhouetted in the doorway to the kitchen. The front door's deadbolt lock FLIES out of the door, poked out; one of Knife Walking Gou's foot-daggers sticks through the hole. Gou ENTERS, slinking through the room. They start to search, Gou slipping gracefully across the room, Fat Tong knocking things over as he floats along. Danny watches, curious. THEY CAN'T SEE HIM. He silently steps over to Knife Walking Gou, getting in very close. Gou turns, putting himself nose-to-nose with Danny: nothing. Gou suddenly hops the stair railing and goes upstairs on all fours. INT. POLICE EVIDENCE LOCKER Loud, ceramic-on-ceramic CLANKING, coming from deep in the aisles. Nelson storms towards the noise. NELSON Does anyone have an excuse to be back here, messing with my stuff? He rounds the corner and stops dead in his tracks. Two of the Chinese Statues are MOVING; the huge FAT BABY STATUE and the BOW HUNTER STATUE, tenderly pick the Painted Orbs off the shelves and put them into a thick bag. They briefly look up at Nelson. Nelson takes a step back, unaware the Sword Warrior statue is behind him. It GRABS NELSON'S HEAD, and he SCREAMS. The other statues keep packing as blood sprays the aisle. INT. DANNY'S TOWNHOUSE Fat Mr. Tong floats a little ways, and sets down close to the drafting table. Danny joins him. The White Jade Dagger is on the drafting table. Tong picks it up. It catches the light. A BLUR: Danny snatches the dagger out of Fat Mr. Tong's hand and BURIES the blade into Tong's forehead. AN INHUMAN WAIL breaks loose from Tong. Danny pulls the dagger out, and a jet of escaping green smoke shoots out of the cut. It vaguely forms a screaming Gui-Lo warrior before DISSIPATING. "Tong's" body drops, DEAD. KNIFE WALKING GOU FLIES OFF THE STAIRS AT HIM, blades first. The White Jade flashes in Danny's hand, parrying Gou's attack and SLICING Gou's arm; a wisp of green smoke escapes. Gou launches a series of kicks and follows with a deadly punch aimed at Danny's head. DANNY CATCHES IT. His Chi Glyphs GLOW. Gou can't budge him. DANNY Well, now. A blur that tears the air: WHOOM! Danny NAILS Gou full-on with a punch that shakes the room. He breaks a foot-dagger aimed at his head with swift chop, and hammers Gou's sternum with a hit that nearly puts Gou through the wall. Gou's pathetically down to one stilt, hands out, pleading. DANNY You got a sick kick out of killing nine of my friends yesterday. How much sympathy do you think you're getting today? Gou drops the act. He nods, and launches at Danny; Danny catches him and rapidly STABS him three times, front-back front. Green smoke escapes; a howling Gui-Lo, clawing the air in agony. The ghost EVAPORATES, the body collapses. Jen is there, demure as ever. DANNY I'll put on some clothes now. I think I locked up some stuff Shan's gonna want. He grabs his pants off the couch. INT. SQUADROOM - MORNING End of shift, everybody's at low ebb, quieter, but still moving with purpose. Sotomayor does rounds, approaching A DETECTIVE at a scattered desk, mid-room, who looks like he's about to keel over. SOTOMAYOR Tom, go ahead and head out. Good work today. Be back in four hours. DETECTIVE Looking forward to it, boss. The Detective HEADS OUT, leaving behind a barely-touched piece of pizza. Sotomayor snags it without a trace of self consciousness and takes a big ol' bite. The station's piercing ALARM BELL suddenly goes off. SOTOMAYOR Oh, Good Christ! Now what the fuck! The Guardians SMASH through the big back wall, plaster and wood shrapnel flies everywhere. The Fat Baby statue steps out of the dust cloud before anyone knows what's what; it BASHES a stunned cop in the gut with the shaft of its long spear, launching him into orbit. Fat Baby slips his spear under a metal desk and flips it up, sending it crashing across the length of the squadroom, then SMACKS a second desk sitting opposite, hammering it against the wall, smashing a pair of detectives hiding behind it. Everyone in reach is gone. Everyone else is hiding.. The Bow Hunter steps in, arrow notched, the Artifact Bag over one shoulder; Sword Warrior covers the rear. The big red statues slowly advance, fighting stance. They CRACKLE, the sound of hollow ceramic moving when it shouldn't. It's the only noise left. Sotomayor pops up from behind a desk and SHOOTS. A half-dozen more Detectives and Cops lean out from cover and RAPID-FIRE. Bow Hunter fires: the arrow tears through three cops. The Guardians CHARGE. A hail of bullets bite into the paint, some punch through their thick ceramic skin. They soak up the hits and DESTROY EVERYTHING IN THEIR PATH, firing arrows, upending desks, and killing anyone who comes close... ...BREAKING INTO THE HALLWAY OUTSIDE. The Guardians romp and stomp their way past more cops, tearing walls and mercilessly hacking down the resistance they meet. A shotgun blast CAVES IN FAT BABY'S face... ...IT KEEPS MOVING, clubbing the offender and propelling him up through the ceiling like a cannonball. Sword Warrior stabs through walls to kill people beyond. All three statues are whittled away by constant gunfire, but nothing stops them. EXT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - CONTINUOUS A few SWAT MEN position on the steps, aiming P-9 submachine rifles and shotguns up at the police station's main doors. The Guardians SMASH out of the second story wall, landing in the middle of the SWAT guys. They've been shot up bad; Sword Warrior's missing an arm, Fat Baby's face is gone. Bow Hunter is barely holding together. The SWAT guys OPEN FIRE, DESTROYING Bow Hunter. The artifact bag drops. Fat Baby and Sword Warrior take the SWAT guys apart, knocking them across the street, chopping them in half. Fat Baby is BLOWN TO PIECES in the crossfire. Sword Warrior grabs the artifact bag, faceless, missing pieces. It trudges down to the street, ignoring the SURGING ENGINE getting closer. It LOOKS, TOO LATE... ...DANNY'S DRIVING... ...a Honda Hatchback SKIDS, BASHING BROADSIDE INTO THE SWORD WARRIOR, breaking the statue in half. Sotomayor runs out, reloading his .38. The Sword Warrior's faceless top half tries to crawl away with the bag. Danny's out of his car; he scoops a SWAT shotgun off the ground - CHOOM! CHOOM! CHOOM! - blasting the statue to bits, one piece at a time. It THROWS THE BAG UP, a last act before Danny obliterates it completely... MR. LEUNG CATCHES IT, standing on the roof of a parked police cruiser. He regards Danny, then leaps down, RUNNING AWAY at incredible speed. Danny jumps back into his crumpled Honda. He sees Sotomayor standing there. DANNY It's not terrorists. SOTOMAYOR I kept the soldier-boys out of Chinatown. DANNY Thanks, boss. He FLOORS it, heading after Leung. EXT. SAN FRANCISCO STREETS - DAY Mr. Leung jump-runs at 40 m.p.h. carrying the Artifacts Bag, dodging morning traffic. Danny's Honda ROARS around cars, right on Leung's tail. People stare as Leung ZOOMS by. The civilians in traffic all drive like maniacs, and Danny flies past them relentlessly, POUNDING THE HORN. Cars and pedestrians who step into his path DIVE AWAY. He's driving dangerously go-for-broke, just plain tearing ass through the streets, barely touching the brake for any reason. It's a big, busy street, and they barrel down it full-speed. Leung jogs left, putting A TROLLY between him and Danny... ...and takes a HARD LEFT, using the bus as cover. Danny SEES, cutting off the trolly and oncoming traffic, tires SQUEALING as he accelerates into the turn. Both swerve through traffic down the block. RED LIGHT: a big, orange Muni Bus chugs into the oncoming intersection... ...Leung flying kicks, CRASHING IN through one window and OUT the other side, not missing a step. The Honda SWERVES the bus, clipping a sedan on the other side, suddenly dead even with Leung: Danny swerves at him. Leung JUMPS IT - the Honda passes right under him - landing on the other side. Mr. Leung LEAPS UP between close-together cables suspended above the street and touches down, RUNNING ALONG THE ELECTRICAL BUS CABLES. Danny leans over the wheel, watching him. Leung reaches a wire hub, veering in a new direction. Danny keeps pace, right under him. JEN'S GHOST IS ON THE WIRES, BLOCKING THE WAY. Leung bounces over to a parallel set of wires and back, bypassing her completely. He drops to street level, turning down Stockton; narrower, lined with tall, high-end stores. Danny's right on his heals, closing in. Ahead: the STOCKTON TUNNEL, a two-block dip under prime city shopping. Leung pours it on... DANNY Oh, hell. ...and LEAPS HIGH INTO THE AIR, over the tunnel. Danny FLOORS it, shooting through the tunnel. Leung sails high over the street, leaping over the entire block while people watch, amazed... ...the little hatchback pushes eighty, scraping between a truck and the tunnel wall, reaching open sky... Leung HITS THE GROUND RUNNING, on the far side of Stockton Street, nearly biting it into the pavement before correcting himself. He smiles grimly. The HONDA HATCHBACK'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. Danny's looking at him in the rearview. Mr. Leung tries to dodge... ...Danny taps the brakes... Mr. Leung bounces off the Hatchback and loses his feet, an out-of-control cannonball grinding into the asphalt, road rashed all to hell. MUNI RIDERS waiting at a bus stop RUN as he crashes through the kiosk and COLLIDES with the building beyond it. Danny slows down; MR. WEI'S KNIFE shoots down from above and DIGS INTO THE HONDA'S ENGINE BLOCK. Its chain goes tight, and Mr. Wei YANKS THE CAR INTO THE AIR. Danny hangs on, the car corkscrews in space... ...and lands in a heap, upside down, demolished, scraping to a halt a hundred yards away. Danny kicks the door off its hinges and scrambles out, Jade Dagger in hand, looking for Wei. DANNY Let's see you try that again. Wei's chain-dagger SINKS INTO DANNY'S CALF from behind - he cries out - and Danny's whipped high into the air. The chain moves like it's alive in Mr. Wei's hands, flinging Danny into a third story wall. Leung looks up weakly, a mangled lump of meat. He seems to choke, then LIN'S GHOST spills out of his mouth. Mr. Wei twirls his chain, pounding Danny into a building face again and again. JEN'S GHOST IS THERE. She bares her teeth and grabs Wei's head, TWISTING with all her might, trying to rip it clean off. GRINDING BONE... Wei knocks her hands away, and stops a vicious punch Jen throws at his head. She hammers at him, nothing gets through. Lin's Ghost grabs her from behind. He has her for half a second before Jen's Ghost breaks the hold and flings him away... ...leaving her wide open: Mr. Wei flicks his free hand at her: another knife shoots out from Mr. Wei's cuff, trailing a chain. IT SINKS INTO JEN'S NECK, just above the collar bone, and SHE FEELS IT. Black blood spills out onto her pure white dress. Pain and shock on her face. Wei hasn't forgotten Danny. He whips the chain, sending Danny hurling skywards. Danny CUTS the chain with the Dagger, grabs hold and pulls hard... ...falling right at Mr. Wei... He THROWS THE JADE DAGGER CLEAN THROUGH LIN'S GHOST; it sinks into the concrete wall. The ghost screams, and FADES. Danny lands on his feet, right by Wei, Chi Glyphs glowing. DANNY Step up, funnyman. Fighting stance. Mr. Wei actually smiles. Danny runs up along the building wall and surges fist-first at Wei, catching Wei with a neck-breaking HIT. They BLUR, coming at each other in a whirlwind of punches and kicks SO FAST THEY BREAK THE SOUND BARRIER, brutal point blank hits. Danny slips a punch under Wei's block, breaking every bone in Wei's face. Wei takes it, and POUNDS Danny right back. Danny yanks the Jade Dagger free and stabs at Wei; Wei KICKS it out of Danny's hand. It shoots across the street, sticking in the overturned Honda. Pounding BOOMS: trading hits that leave them both bloody, too fast, too strong. Wei's chain-knife sticks out of Danny's calf; Danny swings a lightning-fast kick... ...Wei CATCHES it, knife-point an inch from his ear... ...and ripostes two FASTER kicks into Danny's gut. He pulls the knife out of Danny's leg, slips a leg around back and DRIVES DANNY INTO THE GROUND. Wei STOMPS him again, AGAIN, driving him down. It's over. Mr. Wei calmly flips Danny over, grabs a fist-full of hair, holds Danny up, and draws back his knife to stab into Danny's brain. He STRIKES... ...ALL THE CHI GLYPHS in Danny's body rush to his forehead in an instant, piled on top of each other: WEI'S BLADE SHATTERS against them. Wei double-takes. His other knife is STABBED THROUGH HIS BACK, sticking well out of his chest, right where his heart would be. It hurts Wei. Bad. Jen leans out from behind him. Her frown turns hard, and she TWISTS THE BLADE. A spit of blood falls out of Wei's mouth. He drops his broken knife; DANNY CATCHES IT, and shoves what's left of it through Wei's chest, opposite side. All three, locked together. Wei quakes with effort. DANNY Give up? A burst of strength: Mr. Wei spins, throwing them off and landing next to Artifacts Bag. It hurts to pick it up, but Wei does it, and painfully straightens himself with supreme pride. He regards Danny and Jen's Ghost. Mr. Wei simply leaves the ground, FLYING AWAY. Danny limps forward to see where Mr. Wei is going, but it's futile. Wei's long gone. He turns to Jen's Ghost, desperate. DANNY He could lead us to Shan! Jen's Ghost doesn't move, holding her wounded throat. Danny sees what's happened to her. DANNY Oh God, Jen! He moves at her. Jen holds up a hand, Stop. He does. All he can do is stare. There's real fear in his voice. DANNY Don't go. Jen smiles slightly, and puts a hand on her heart. She doesn't look good, but Danny can't help but steal a look in the direction Wei took. DANNY Jen, I know what Shan's doing. We can't wait. Jen considers this, and grimly nods. INT. THE SILK DRAGON - DAY Miss Chu slides through the restaurant with her smile turned up full-blast, despite a largely empty restaurant. There are two small parties in the whole room. She steers by a huge table with only two PATRONS seated. MISS CHU Ah, excellent choice, very savvy customer! You enjoy? Everything good? Good? Good! Miss Chu vectors off, never coming to a full stop. She waylays a WAITER. MISS CHU Ayah, goat-whore terrorist! I lose money being open like this! (then) Push expensive wine. Go. Danny ENTERS. Her smile goes up a notch. MISS CHU Danny Yuen! Valued...you look bad. He grabs her arm and takes her aside. DANNY How do I find Yan's shop. MISS CHU What? What I know? I never meet "Yan." I work restaurant, make customer happy! DANNY I've got a recording of you telling Jack Chu about Li San and his brand new ceramic bullets. I can put you in jail right now. MISS CHU I, I... DANNY Where is Yan's shop? MISS CHU Ling know! Anne Ling! She tell me about bullets, she clean Yan's shop twice a week! She know, she... (gossip mode) ...she schtuping Yan. So shameful at her age. DANNY Get her on the phone. Miss Chu nods rapidly. INT. THE JUNK SHOP - DAY Yan hurriedly collects a few trinkets from around the shop, throwing them into a big steamer trunk that's already half full of stuff. The bell over the door TINKLES. Yan looks: the door's closing, but no sign of who came through. YAN Okay, asshole. I don't know how, but you're here. The White Jade Dagger is suddenly under Yan's chin. Danny's on the other end of it. DANNY What gave me away? YAN Write your true name in ghost blood on something, you'll always know where it is. Had to sign my work, right? DANNY I know who you are. I remember you killing Ying Ma. YAN Was it me? It's been so long, who could remember? DANNY You, Bao and Que were supposed to revive Shan. YAN Yeah, right around the time the Romans got popular, but it didn't take that long to figure out we liked things better without Shan. The tough part was growing our eyes and tongues back. I'm still not sure I taste sugar the way I'm supposed to. Isn't that sad? DANNY Not really. Where's Shan? YAN He didn't leave a forwarding address. And I'm HIDING from him! LI SAN (O.S.) He's still in Chinatown. Li San walks out of the shadows, holding an assault rifle. It's vaguely pointed in Danny's direction. LI SAN If you're talking about Ronald Feng, I saw him walking on Grant last night. I couldn't get close enough to see where he ended up. DANNY You don't seem to mind me hurting you friend here. LI SAN I'm my own boss now. DANNY Ah. (to Yan) "Boss." Three of you, way back when... you created the Triads. Are the others still alive? LI SAN Unless they got brave. They've all got their own shop, but it's the same shop. I just walked out of Bao's. He's gone. DANNY I want to talk to them. Now. He presses the knife into Yan's neck. INT. THE JUNK SHOP - LATER Danny holds the White Jade Dagger, marking it with a small stick, quick writing strokes. He dips the stick into black "ink" from the special blood-catching bowl. DANNY How bad to do they want this? YAN They don't need it, but it gives them a little extra momentum. DANNY Tell me about Ascension. YAN It's about becoming perfect. DANNY Shan's pretty far from perfect. YAN We're not talking Miss Manners. He can be a perfect prick if he wants. (then) To Ascend, you achieve absolute perfection. Not just in yourself, you've got to get the universal Feng Shui exactly right. Perfection in every conceivable way. DANNY And that's when you become a God. YAN It'll probably take Shan a minute or two to adjust, then he'll just think us all dead. And that's the end of everything. Li San is half-listening, loading cursed bullets into an assault rifle magazine. Danny turns to him. DANNY All we have to do is make the ceremony less than perfect. LI SAN Just like life. You really buying all this bullshit? DANNY I have reasons. LI SAN Fine, have 'em. When this is done, the only thing that changes between us is that I'll be Dragon Head, and you'll be Dead Cop. DANNY Always admired your altruism, Li. LI SAN Hey, the old men can't hack it, and Ron greased the competition. That makes it my empire. DANNY Take it if you can. I'll be ready. LI SAN Goddamn, Danny, I'm gonna miss you. YAN Just remember, Ascension has its own gravity. It gets tougher to fuck it up as it goes. Anything you do might just feed into it, help it along. DANNY We'll take a bucket of mud. He looks up: hard-faced Bao and sleepy-eyed Que walk out of different shadows. BAO I guess this is Plan C. YAN Sort of. Ying Ma pointed something out to me I thought I should share. BAO Holy shit. It IS him. QUE No hard feelings. DANNY Oh, yes there are. The one thing the three of us can agree on is Ronnie Feng didn't have the smarts or the resources to bring back the Gui-Lo without a lot of prompting from someone in the know. (points w/Jade Dagger) So, whodunnit? Que's eyes follow the Dagger in Danny's hand. Bao shoots an accusing look at Que. BAO You traitorous whore! QUE We are all traitors to our Lord. YAN Probably doesn't matter, but was there a reason? QUE Do you enjoy being so old? YAN Right. Kill him. Que flicks a hand: the White Jade Dagger jumps out of Danny's hand and into Que's. Bao lunges, and Que CUTS BAO'S THROAT with the Dagger, KILLING HIM. A handful of dust flies from Que's hand... ...whipping into A SMALL TORNADO, blinding everyone. The front door bell TINKLES, and the dust settles. Que's GONE. EXT. CHINATOWN - DAY Danny and Li San, with his assault rifle, run out of the Junk Shop. It's on a different street from before, and the street is empty. No sign of Que. DANNY Hope I'm that fast when I'm his age LI SAN Yeah, no shit. Yan's leaning out the door of his shop. YAN That went well. Good luck! He vanishes back inside, closing the door. The VIEW INSIDE THE WINDOWS CHANGES. The Junk Shop's GONE. Danny and Li San give each other a sour look. INT. TIEN HOU TEMPLE - DAY The sacred runes are drawn. The Painted Orbs are in a circle. The God Sigil is placed in the Holy Shrine. All is prepared. Gong Shan Tai prays as sunlight filters in through a skylight, slowly sweeping the room. He turns. The Brothers lead Que in. MR. KAI (SUBTITLE) [One of the traitors, Lord.] Que immediately falls to his knees, bowing his head low and holding the White Jade Dagger high, an offering. QUE (SUBTITLE) [I beg forgiveness for my failure, and bring you this token to prove my fealty.] GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Should I consider this? I know true loyalty when I see it.] He looks to the room beyond: Mr. Wei is sprawled against a wall there, both knives still stuck in him. He's still alive, trying pathetically to move. Mr. Wei is dying. Que doesn't move, still offering the Dagger. Shan takes it, exposing his arm; it CRACKS SHARPLY, right down the center. The "Feng Shell" is starting to give. Shan quickly covers his arm. He appraises the Dagger coolly, turning it. There are LITTLE BLACK CHARACTERS on the white jade handle. He reads them: GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) ["Property of Daniel and Jennifer Yuen."] Shan snarls, BURNING the writing away. EXT. THE PAINTED ALLEY - DAY Three cursed bullets smash Mr. Ho's Ghost to pieces. Jen, Danny, and Li San stand at the breach of a long, tall, thin alley off the main street. A street sign reads WAVERLY PLACE. Fog drifts through the five-story alley, diffusing the light. Beautifully painted balconies dot both sides. Some hang cloth banners with Chinese characters. DANNY He's up there, probably in the Tien Hou temple. LI SAN Neat trick with the ghost blood. DANNY Yeah. Danny gazes up into the Alley. HE SEES a host of SPIRITS AND DEMONS swirling around inside the alley, more in the sky above. Jen can see them, too. Li San remains oblivious. DANNY We'll run interference here, you go in and make a mess of things. Don't get clever, Li. Just smear the paint or something. LI SAN You trust me that much? DANNY I trust you to be an asshole. LI SAN There you go. Li San straightens his suit, locks and loads his assault rifle, checks the laser sight, and HEADS OFF down Waverly, entering the first door he comes to, gun-first. Danny looks at Jen's Ghost. DANNY Ready? Jen's Ghost, bloodied from before, simply touches her lips and holds her fingers out to Danny, then FLIES to the far end of the Painted Alley in a rustle of silk. Danny steps into the alley. DANNY (SUB/IN CHINESE) [GONG SHAN TAI'S MOTHER WAS A WHORE FOR VIDEO GAMES AND CHEAP WHISKEY!] It ECHOES up through the Alley. INT. TIEN HOU TEMPLE - CONTINUOUS It reaches Shan's ears. He closes his eyes, and sighs in quiet frustration. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [I'm a little busy right now. Would anyone else care to kill him for me?] The three Brothers instantly DEPART. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Leave us.] Que nervously backs out of the room. The temple door CLOSES. EXT. THE PAINTED ALLEY - CONTINUOUS Danny's waiting, looking up into the fog. DANNY C'mon, what's a guy gotta do to piss off an evil Chinese wizard these days? High above: three dark sticks are falling through the fog, getting closer, getting bigger. DANNY Okay, that's more like it. The sticks are LONG IRON SPEARS with bright red tassels near the tips. The Brothers - Kai, Lau, Jin - are falling with their spears. Danny MOVES... ...nearly impaled as Kai's spear STRIKES the ground, spliting it. He dodges the second; Lau slides down his spear and boots Danny way down the alley. He skids to a halt, still on his feet, and Jin's spear impacts inches away. Danny jumps up and NAILS Jin with a straight right, sending him skyward. His feet barely touch the ground again before Kai and Lau jab their spears at him. Danny TWISTS AWAY, dodging a fast, relentless, two-pronged barrage or slapping them aside. Jin's back, sweeping under with his spear. Danny, Kai and Lau all jump it, and suddenly Danny's fending off THREE spears at once. Lau draws back to stab again, in unison with his brothers, but it's snagged on something behind him. Lau turns... ...JEN'S GHOST HAS GRABBED HIS SPEAR, smiling at him... ...she twists his spear around and FLIPS LAU INTO THE AIR. He plows through a balcony on the way. The other two Brothers instinctively glance back, giving Danny a split-second opening. He punches Kai clean off his feet, pulverizing his jaw. Jin swings at him, but Danny's already out of range. Jen lets her captured spear fall, FLOATING UP. Danny catches it and pole-vaults straight up, taking the fight vertical, JUMPING UP TO THE PAINTED BALCONIES. Jin throws his spear at him - Danny does the splits mid-air, jumping over it. The Brothers leap up after them. INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS Li San jumps the stairs two at a time, sweeping with his rifle as he goes. He positions by a landing door and kicks it open military-style - no threats - before hurrying inside. INT. ANTECHAMBER TO THE TEMPLE Que paces nervously. Mr. Wei convulses, dying. Light is seeping through the doorjam leading to the temple, and getting strong. Que stops, looking closer. Flaws in the door's wood, in the paint, cracks... THEY'RE ALL VANISHING. All becoming more perfect. IT'S SPREADING. EXT. THE PAINTED ALLEY Five stories up: Danny and the Brothers are chasing each other, leaping across balconies, clashing as they pass. Danny effortlessly leaps from one side to the other, landing on a balcony railing. Behind him, Jin jumps straight up, prying his spear out of the wall and chopping down on Danny's perch, DEMOLISHING IT, but Danny's already gone, running along the building face. Lau's coming at him, head on... ...CLANG! driving his spear into the building, missing Danny by inches; Lau's hanging on the end. Danny doesn't miss a beat, hooking around Lau's spear, sliding down its length and PUNTING Lau off into space. He springboards off the end of Lau's spear... Kai comes in on the attack. Danny bounces off his shoulder to go higher, KICKING JIN in the head on the way. Jin DIGS his spear into the building, stopping his fall. Kai swings around fast, HAMMERING DANNY IN THE BACK and sending him careening into a balcony opposite, nearly tearing it off the wall. He barely catches hold, even as the balcony dangles precariously. Kai comes in to finish him off... Danny pivots - Kai's spear rips a chunk out of his torso - and YANKS, tearing the balcony off and HITTING KAI WITH IT. They both fall, crashing onto the balcony two stories down. Kai's stunned, Danny holds his badly bleeding wound, and LAU IS DIVING AT HIM SPEAR-FIRST. Jen's Ghost gets in the way. FAST, she cartwheels over Lau's spear like it's a pommel horse... ...white silk flowing... She lands kneeling on his spear, right in his face, and puts two vicious chops into his neck before he can blink. Lau gags, the spear goes astray - he COLLIDES with the balcony and FALLS. Jen catches his spear and ZOOMS DOWN AFTER HIM... ...IMPALING LAU WITH HIS OWN SPEAR as he HITS the pavement. Danny watches Jin jump from balcony to balcony, circling, before he comes in hard. They take it in close, trading fast, brutal hits, before Jin gets enough distance to thrust his spear at Danny's gut... DANNY CATCHES IT, barely able to hold it off with both hands. Jin leans into it. INT. ANTECHAMBER TO THE TEMPLE - CONTINUOUS Que leans down to Mr. Wei, who can barely move. QUE You would have done the same. Li San ENTERS, braced at the door and aiming the rifle at them. Que stumbles back in surprise. Wei can barely muster the strength to turn. LI SAN Hey there, Wei. He KICKS Wei in the head, and turns to Que. QUE Wait...! LI SAN At your age? Go with some dignity. Li San FIRES; a short burst of cursed bullets tear Que up, killing him instantly. Only one door left. Li San steps up to it. EXT. THE PAINTED ALLEY Jin's spear is getting closer to Danny's stomach. They both watch Kai shake off the concussion and get to his feet - Jin smiles at Danny. Kai appraises the situation, checks to make sure his spear tip's sharp enough, and aims it at Danny's head. He STABS... ...DANNY CATCHES IT. He's got both spears, hanging by a thread. They push harder, so close. Danny sweating buckets under the strain, he can't keep them both at bay much longer... ...Chi Glyphs FLARE through his clothes... Danny BENDS THE SPEAR TIPS DOWN, just like bending iron bars, and twists them out of Kai and Jin's hands. Jin takes a BRUTAL PUNCH that sends him hurtling across the chasm, Kai gets kicked through the balcony railing, flailing into space, Danny right behind him... ...he swings one spear around and BURIES THE HOOK IN KAI'S CHEST. Fierce momentum carries then to the far balcony; Danny SMASHES KAI THROUGH THE WALL one-handed and drives him into the floor beyond. Kai coughs out a wad of blood as the spear tip goes all the way through. INT. TIEN HOU TEMPLE Li San opens the door, and calmly enters. Golden light bathes the very air. The Feng Shui Matrix IS MOVING - it changes around Li San's feet as he steps into it. The Painted Orbs are GLOWING. In the middle of it: Gong Shan Tai. His back is to Li San, he doesn't acknowledge the intrusion. Li San is impressed for five seconds. Then: LI SAN Hey, Ron. Got your special delivery here, just like I promised. Enjoy! He FIRES ONE BULLET... ...the "FENG SHELL" SHATTERS around the ghostly warlord Gong Shan Tai and falls away. Shan remains as he was, unharmed, unmoved, deep in prayer. Li San's mouth drops. He goes full-auto and FIRES. The stream of cursed bullets twist and swirl around Shan in a perfect sphere, green vapor trails changing to gold. Shan isn't doing anything; the ceremony's taken on a life of its own. The Painted Orbs glow white-hot, the figures in the God Sigil start to move. Li San quickly reloads. EXT. THE PAINTED ALLEY Jin makes a move, Danny blocks him with his remaining spear. Below: Jen watches this, pulls Lau's spear out of the ground and HURLS it at Jin... ...it flies true, but Jin bends around it at the last second, and it sinks deep into the building. Jin sneers; Danny KNOCKS JIN'S HEAD CLEAN OFF with his own spear. He looks down at Jen, panting. DANNY Well, that was easy. Jen shrugs, nods. "'Course it was." INT. TIEN HOU TEMPLE Li San locks and loads, aims his rifle, pulls the trigger: nothing happens. He yanks the bolt back again, but there's no jam. It's simply not working. LI SAN Motherfucker! He looks up, and is instantly transfixed. Gong Shan Tai is a being of golden light, almost angelic. The orbs are small suns. It is beautiful and beyond beautiful. Shan seems to melt away into pure light. EXT. THE PAINTED ALLEY Danny and Jen snap around, looking at the temple. DANNY Oh, man... He grabs Lau's spear - the only straight one left - out of the wall and jumps over the chasm, towards the temple... INT. TIEN HOU TEMPLE A tear falls down Li San's cheek, terror and wonder and grief and elation, all at once. LI SAN Please...! The Feng Shui Matrix CLICKS into its final place. All the light blends into the figure that was once Gong Shan Tai, IMPLODING and EXPLODING at the same time IN A WAVE OF PURE ENERGY. Li San's flesh instantly turns to liquid, and HE EXPLODES at the speed of sound. EXT. THE PAINTED ALLEY The wave catches Danny, and sends him HURTLING out of the Painted Alley. The building housing the temple CRUMBLES AWAY. EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - CONTINUOUS Danny sails across half a dozen city blocks. He stops flailing, and twists his body until he's a head first missile flying over his city. He starts coming up on rooftops, coming in for a crash landing... ...he DIGS the spear into the first ROOFTOP he comes close too, SPINNING like an Olympic gymnast and skidding safe on the roof. A BLINDING WHITE LIGHT blurs out the world. DANNY Jen! She's there, by his side, staring at the source of the light. Danny shields his eyes, trying to squint through his fingers and see what's happening. There's a new sun in Chinatown. EXT. SPACE - THE EARTH Earth rotates on its axis; the light is visible from high orbit, shining on the tip of North America. Darkness starts to swallow the planet. EXT. THE ROOFTOP - CONTINUOUS The light suddenly RETRACTS below the building line. DANNY That could've gone better. They hear SIRENS in the distance. EXT. CHINATOWN - CONTINUOUS The Painted Alley is demolished; A HUGE PILE OF RUBBLE is all that remains. GONG SHAN TAI stands by the pile, inhaling deeply. He is now flesh, the warlord of old, Resplendent Chinese robes, long black beard, long que. He seems to be at peace. A police cruiser, lights and siren blaring, screeches up. Two cops, MAC and DAVE, jump out. Dave moves towards Shan. OFFICER DAVE Sir, are you all right? Stay right there, paramedics are on the way! OFFICER MAC Screw that, get him in the car! There might be another bomb! (no reply) Dave? Mac turns; Dave is kneeling before Shan, holding something in his lap. IT'S HIS OWN FACE. He looks around at his partner, a bony, pulpy mush with sad, disbelieving eyes. That's all that's left. He shouldn't still be alive. Mac freezes in horror. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Pray.] Nine ETHERIAL HANDS slither up through the pavement around Mac, grabbing him and dragging him down into the street. Mac SCREAMS, uselessly trying to fight them off until he starts drowning in the asphalt. More inhuman hands drag a whimpering Dave down, too. Shan gestures: MR. WEI'S LIMP BODY RISES OUT OF THE RUBBLE. A wave, and Wei is ALIVE, solid, in Gui-Lo armor draped in yellow silk, red silk blindfold. He speaks normally now. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [You are my general and my priest.] MR. WEI (SUBTITLE) [Always, Lord.] GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [My temples and shrines can wait. There are infidels here. Lead my armies.] MR. WEI (SUBTITLE) [Armies, Lord?] Shan merely smiles. Wei turns. An ARMY OF GUI-LO - no yellow sash - stands behind him, crowding the street. They are pale, real, smoothed skinned, and not entirely human. They hold GIANT CURVED SWORDS upright, each as long as a man. Wei simply bows to Shan. Done. Shan closes his eyes... ...and opens them: SHAN IS TWO HUNDRED FEET TALL and looking out over the city. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [I will look up to no mortal thing] A flat-cutting motion: THE TOPS OF ALL THE TALL SKYSCRAPERS IN THE FINANCIAL DISTRICT ARE CHOPPED OFF, falling into the busy downtown streets and smashing everything in their path. Some crash into the bay, creating a huge tidal wave that floods the Embarcadero boardwalk. People run, screaming. He points at Sutro Tower, on Twin Peaks; the communication antenna breaks off its moorings and crashes down in North Beach, a mile away. At Shan's feet, a dozen cop cars pull up, blockading the street against the Gui-Lo army. Dozens of cops take position. The Gui-Lo march forward in formation, effortlessly hopping the barricade in waves, wave after wave. The cops OPEN FIRE: bullets have no effect, shotguns just push them around. The Gui-Lo hack through the cops. Armored RIOT COPS with big shields and batons move in. Gui-Lo shatter their line, taking them on three-to-one. EXT. SAN FRANCISCO ROOFTOP - CONTINUOUS Yan stands with one foot on a rail, watching GOD-SHAN from a great distance. YAN I really liked this place... He sighs and lowers his head, resigned. EXT. CHINATOWN Danny runs and JUMPS from rooftop to rooftop, gripping Lau's spear. He lands close to the action. God-Shan glides away from the skirmish, unhurried, surveying his domain and CHANGING things: the ocean turns from blue to green. Whole pieces of the city VANISH, and CHINESE PAGODAS replace them. Monstrous fissures OPEN, SUPERNATURAL CREATURES SPILL OUT of the breach. The fog recedes, and lighting storms ignite off the coast. The sky is full of DEMONIC SPIRITS, swirling over the city and diving in to grab victims off the street. A GIANT DRAGON flies past, whipping through the air. The whole pallor of San Francisco darkens, even though the sun's shining. God-Shan BRUSHES A BUILDING, KNOCKING IT INTO A SLIGHT LEAN. Danny watches God-Shan pass by. DANNY I don't even know what to do with that. (sees Gui-Lo/Police) But that I can change. He jumps down... ...LANDING HARD on a police car dead center of the barricade, spear whipping around: three Gui-Lo take it in the head, spinning off into nearby buildings. More Gui-Lo jump up to take him on, and Danny swats them all away with blinding speed, stealing a Gui-Lo sword away. He HURLS THE SPEAR; it TEARS A SOLID LINE THROUGH the Gui-Lo, sending them flying and ripping up the street. Jen's Ghost cuts a swath through the Gui-Lo before they even reach the barricade. THEY CAN'T HEAR HER; she SHREDS them. Behind the barricade, a bunch of cops have paired up; Riot men with shields protect uniformed cops armed with stolen Gui Lo swords. They're holding their own. DANNY Inspector Yuen out of Gang Taskforce! All units, form up! Eyes up: Wei is high in the air, coming down straight at him in a big "HASSAN CHOP!" pose... Danny dives away; Wei CHOPS THE COP CAR IN HALF Instantly, Danny's on him, clanging their huge swords. They trade fast swings and leaping dodges. Wei stabs into a car door, ripping it off its hinges and FLINGING IT into Danny. He lands flat on his back, and Wei's on him in a heartbeat chopping down... ...Danny ROLLS, SLASHING: he catches Wei through the ribs on the first pass, rolling up to his knees, the second pass TAKES WEI'S HEAD CLEAN OFF. Danny takes a moment, looks up. Above: God-Shan turns, grinning, pointing to the distant East; THUNDEROUS BOOMS. He's reshaping the world to his tastes, revealing in the chaos he's personally unleashing. Danny takes a breath. DANNY Gotta start somewhere. He runs straight up the leaning building face, gaining momentum, GOING FASTER... ...off the top, and Danny's AIRBORN, arcing through the air on A COLLISION COURSE WITH SHAN'S GRINNING FACE, hauling his sword back like a batter winding up... ...SSSHHHUCK! Danny HACKS a huge gash through Shan's cheek. Shan doesn't even flinch. Danny DIGS the tip in and runs along Shan's face, carving a slit clean down to Shan's jaw. Danny bounces off the shoulder and LEAPS AWAY, AIMING AT A HIGH-RISE OFFICE BUILDING... He CRASHING THROUGH A WINDOW and rolls to his feet in a floor length cubicle farm. The few OFFICE WORKERS left are running for the exit. Outside, Shan's wounds are already healed. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Amusing.] Shan raises a hand: A THOUSAND ARROWS SHOOT OUT OF HIS PALM. I/E. OFFICE BUILDING It's like machine gun fire; arrows tear through everything in the office, a solid, never-ending burst. Danny skids over a desk, dives behind a metal filing cabinet and kicks it to face the incoming fire. Arrows COVER it in seconds... thick paper files inside stop them from going through. Danny throws all his weight into the cabinet to keep it upright. An Office Worker ducks behind a cubicle wall. DANNY Get down! Too late: thirty arrows sink into the Office Worker's chest and face. Computers, computer screens, chairs, desks... it's all blown apart by the onslaught. Black shafts stick out of everything, like tall grass. The incoming fire veers away from Danny, and he BOLTS in the other direction, SMASHING out a window on the opposite side. He lands HARD on the street below, around the corner from Shan. He looks around. DANNY And we're on to Plan H. Shan CAN SEE DANNY through the office building. He smirks, turning attention to the Police/Gui-Lo skirmish; With help from Jen's Ghost, the cops hold their parameter by their fingernails. SHAN UNLEASHES A BARRAGE OF ARROWS AT THEM. Jen's Ghost sees it coming... ...the arrows PASS HARMLESSLY THROUGH HER, but KILL Gui-Lo and Cops around her in droves. Danny sees what's happening. DANNY Sonofa...! He runs out into the intersection and FLINGS HIS SWORD AT SHAN. It rams home in Shan's thigh and is ABSORBED INTO HIM. Gong Shan Tai smiles. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [I didn't forget you, Ying Ma.] Shan FIRES MORE ARROWS, laughing. It's a fun game. Danny RUNS, A WEAVING BLUR, and a solid patchwork of arrows digging into the pavement behind him, up a building face behind him, up the street... ...heading for the thick of the Gui-Lo... HE SMASHES THROUGH THEIR RANKS, arrows felling Gui-Lo behind him. Danny picks up two more Gui-Lo swords from the crowd and skids to a halt, facing Shan. Ready. Shan smiles. Danny swings the swords to bat the arrows away, but THE ARROWS SWERVE at the last second, spinning around his defense like living creatures and IMPALING DANNY. Twenty, thirty, FIFTY ARROWS HIT HIM in every limb, in his chest and belly, in his neck and face, from every direction, all at once, before he can react. ...Jen's Ghost silently screams... The swords slip away and Danny DROPS, so riddled with arrows his body can't lay flat. His body convulses, more dead than alive, a red smear. Danny's limp, broken body levitates off the ground... ...rising into the sky, along Shan's body, stopping at eye level. The teeth are close, like huge tombstones. Danny can't do anything, drowning in his own blood. Shan appraises him. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [I was far more impressed by your first life.] He GNASHES his teeth: DANNY IS RIPPED APART, VANISHING IN A RED HAZE. Nothing left. CUT TO BLACK: FADE IN: EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - DAY Danny opens his eyes. He's gently flat-spinning, drifting up into blue sky. Jen's Ghost is with him, holding his hands. THEY'RE TOUCHING. The arrows in body are gone. His body's whole, healthy, clean. He's wearing different clothes, his favorite jacket, shirt and jeans. DANNY IS A GHOST. Jen smiles at him. JEN'S GHOST I love you. She's been waiting a long time to say that, and it all gushes out of her. Danny grabs her up and kisses her, embracing her tight, never wanting to let her go. They laugh out of pure joy, touching each other because they can. They kiss again, long and loving and forever. THE SKY TURNS BLOOD-RED. A titanic CACKLE fills the air. Danny and Jen break, almost unwilling to look in Gong Shan Tai's direction. God-Shan is smiling. He's got a half-dozen INNOCENT PEOPLE in his hand, scrambling to keep from falling. God-Shan is a kid torturing the ants. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [I feel the world. I'm hurting it. But whatever survives will be stronger and better for it. Believe the word of God.] He tips his hand, PITCHING THE INNOCENTS INTO HIS MOUTH with a sickening grin; they go down SCREAMING. One bounces off God Shan's lip and plunges to his death. Danny and Jen are both horrified, and defiant. JEN'S GHOST "The end of everything." DANNY'S GHOST No. Complete bastards do NOT get to become gods and rule my planet. (to Jen) New rule. JEN'S GHOST I like it. (re. God-Shan) He might take some convincing. DANNY'S GHOST We'll think of something. Just nothing insanely stupid, okay? JEN'S GHOST You mean like attacking a chaos god? DANNY'S GHOST Jen, I can't loose you. JEN'S GHOST You'll never loose me. She puts a hand on his chest... and notices his Chi Glyphs. They're different, brighter, clearer. The Glyphs don't shine through his skin anymore; they are clearly visible inside his body and clothes, like fog-lights through fog. JEN'S GHOST He carved them into your soul. You might be even stronger now. DANNY'S GHOST No body to get in the way. Jen nods. DANNY'S GHOST (re. God-Shan) Any ideas? JEN'S GHOST Hit him until he dies? DANNY'S GHOST Sold. They MOVE. Air-to-air MISSILES come screaming out of the North, STRIKING GOD-SHAN'S FACE and CHEST. Fireballs drift over his skin - he doesn't react to them at all. A pair of F-16 FIGHTER PLANES bank for another pass; demon spirits swarm over them, ripping the fighters apart. Danny's Ghost is flying on a collision course with God-Shan. Jen's Ghost forms up beside him with two new acquisitions; a Gui-Lo sword in each hand. DANNY'S GHOST Ready to thwart Devine will? JEN'S GHOST Only since I graduated law school. They DIVE AT GOD-SHAN from behind. Danny glides up to Shan's face and starts punching, WHOOM! WHOOM! WHOOM! The impacts ripple through God-Shan's skin, but don't seem to have much effect. Jen strafes Shan's chest and arm, chopping open a series of gaping wounds with both swords as she goes. They seal almost instantly behind her. God-Shan swats Danny's Ghost like he'd swat a mosquito. Jen swoops in, hacking away. Four quick chops TOTALLY SEVER GOD-SHAN'S FINGER... ...it breaks the street below, crushing parked cars... Shan flicks his hand to backhand her away; HIS HAND PASSES RIGHT THROUGH HER, but bats both swords out of her hands. She VANISHES, retreating. A brand-new finger replaces the one Shan lost. Danny pulls a fast loop, grabbing the end of Shan's braided que. He YANKS BACK HARD, stopping God-Shan's advance for a brief second. Jen watches from a distance, thinking. JEN'S GHOST Okay, so I can touch him and I can pass through him. What if I do both at once? Shan's que COMES ALIVE, bashing Danny against God-Shan's back, then whip-snapping Danny off like an insect. He tumbles through the air, then recovers. Jen APPEARS not too far away. JEN'S GHOST I've got an idea! DANNY'S GHOST Good one? JEN'S GHOST Probably not! Cover me! They peel off. DOWN ON THE STREET: Danny appears by A WOODEN TELEPHONE POLE; he tries to grab it, and his hand pass right through. DANNY'S GHOST Right. Ghost. He thinks fast; the Chi Glyphs in his arms move to his hands, and he tries again. He grips the telephone pole, AND TEARS IT OUT OF THE GROUND. DANNY'S GHOST And now we have a ball game. (to Jen) Jen! Go! Danny flies at God-Shan. He slams on the brakes right under God-Shan's chin, and THROWS THE TELEPHONE POLE STRAIGHT UP SHAN'S NOSE. It doesn't hurt him, but Shan instinctively reacts, thrown off balance. JEN DIVES THROUGH GOD-SHAN'S CHEST, through a thick, swirling miasma inside him, and OUT THE OTHER SIDE. She spins and shoves her arms into his back, up to the elbow. Concentrating: her ghostly body becomes solid while still partly in Shan's. INCREDIBLE PAIN. SHE SCREAMS... ...SO DOES GOD-SHAN, drowning her out in unexpected, uncustomary pain. FWHAM: Jen is blown away from him, as if caught by an explosion in the face. Shan turns on her, beyond anger. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Very well, little ghost. Be a part of God!] Jen tries to run, and is WRENCHED BACK, falling at God-Shan. She claws at the air, trying to break free, can't; she HITS, like landing in thick mud up to her waist, stuck. She's slowly sinking below God-Shan's robes. JEN'S GHOST Danny! Street Level: Danny looks up from beating a Gui-Lo and taking his sword. He drops both. DANNY'S GHOST Jen. Instantly, he's high up in the air again, and sees his wife disappearing into God-Shan. He MOVES... ...and suddenly FEELS something; he turns towards the remains of the Painted Alley, and stretches out his hand. The "WIND" Chi Glyph zooms to his palm, flaring. Something stirs under the Painted Alley rubble: the WHITE JADE DAGGER SHOOTS OUT, scattering brick and wood, on a beeline for Danny. He catches it, turns and THROWS IT AT JEN without hesitation. Jen's hand is out. The Dagger IMPALES HER PALM and lodges there - her calm expression doesn't change - her fingers curl around it, and JEN COMPLETELY VANISHES INSIDE GOD-SHAN, fully absorbed. Danny's calm evaporates. HE GOES BERSERKER, charging God-Shan with a terrifying WAR CRY, a meteor hurtling at the moon, CHI GLYPHS BURNING LIKE SUNS IN HIS RAGE... ...Danny HITS SHAN in the face, snapping God-Shan's head around and STAGGERING HIM. Danny doesn't let up, LEFT, RIGHT, UPPERCUT, SMACKING GOD-SHAN AROUND LIKE A RAG-DOLL. He dives into God-Shan's chest, looking. DANNY'S GHOST JEN! Way down, through the coiling miasma, Danny sees a vague, overhead shape of a flowing white silk, hands clinched around a bright silver knife... He goes for her, and is suddenly YANKED AWAY... ...flung out of God-Shan's body. Shan growls at him, about to apply some damage when DANNY VANISHES INTO THIN AIR. God-Shan's eyes change color, searching. BINGO: Danny APPEARS, SLAMMING HARD into an invisible barrier that stops a speedy flanking move cold. He's dazed for a second. God-Shan turns smoke in the air into twirling blades, hurling them at Danny; he sees them, TOO LATE, dodging all but one. It CHOPS HIS RIGHT ARM OFF AT THE SHOULDER... ...his ghostly arm floats away, and FADES OUT. The "FIRE" CHI GLYPH VANISHES WITH IT. The other Chi Glyphs FLICKER, like a vital circuit's been cut on a fragile electric grid. God-Shan motions, and Danny is CAUGHT IN AN INVISIBLE VISE, unable to move, about three inches from being crushed. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [We never understood you, Ying Ma, even now that we understand all things. You endure such pain to oppose such greatness. Why?] DANNY'S GHOST I don't usually say this kind of thing, but fuck you and everything you stand for. GONG SHAN TAI (SUBTITLE) [Ah. So there is no reason. I suspected it was such.] Danny grits his teeth as God-Shan SQUEEZES... ...and stops. Something's wrong. Shan's hand goes to his neck. He's confused. He's CHOKING. THE BLADE of the WHITE JADE DAGGER STABS OUT OF HIS ADAM'S APPLE; no sign of the handle or the hand wielding it. It MOVES, cutting through Shan's flesh, all the way around Shan's neck. Danny breaks free and circles, growing his right arm back and watching Shan grab at his own neck in blind panic. DANNY I love that woman. Shan's wounds start sealing up. Danny turns sharply and accelerates straight at Shan, kicking in the afterburners, remaining Chi Glyphs ON FIRE... ...snapping into a FLYING KICK... IMPACT: DANNY TEARS SHAN'S MASSIVE HEAD OFF; it RIPS AWAY from the neck as Shan's eyes go wide in terror and his body flails - A HUGE FLASH OF BLOOD - the head hits a building, demolishing it on the way down. Raw energy spills out of the neck-stump, filling the air with glowing embers. Danny floats, watching Shan go down. His remaining Chi Glyphs FLAIR one last time, and FADE COMPLETELY. Shan's body begins to GLOW FROM THE INSIDE, GETTING STRONGER, until the halo envelops him completely. Danny shields his eyes, searching. Deep inside Shan's chest, he sees the source of the light: it's A SILHOUETTE OF JEN'S GHOST, A GOLDEN SUN. Shan reaches critical mass: HE IMPLODES and EXPLODES ALL AT ONCE, destroying windows for miles. His body is annihilated, the light instantly FADES, leaving only A SMALL, LIMP FIGURE where his chest was. She DROPS out of the sky and hits the ground below, churning up debris. It's a naked woman, holding the Jade Dagger. It's JEN: SHE'S ALIVE, no longer a ghost. Jen slowly picks herself up, realizing to her amazement that SHE'S TOUCHING THINGS; concrete, torn metal. She tries to cover her nakedness somewhat. She stands, and gauges her surroundings. Everything around her looks like a war-zone, devastated, SCREAMS and SIRENS fill the air. Supernatural creatures roam the red skies, the city is all torn up. And a big group of Gui-Lo surround her, moving in. Jen doesn't seem too worried. The Gui-Lo raise their swords, getting close, and it does nothing to shake Jen's calm. She stands there, waiting. They're close enough to strike... JEN That's enough. The Gui-Lo FREEZE. She raises a hand, and THE GUI-LO SHATTER LIKE STONE STATUES, the fragments VANISHING into thin air. Jen's eyes narrow. Demon spirits in the sky FADE. Fissures close, pagodas vanish. Dragons slip back into the Earth. The sky TURNS BACK TO BLUE. Jen nods to herself. JEN Better. She looks around: Danny's Ghost stands silently nearby, gently smiling at her. Jen moves to embrace Danny, and PASSES THROUGH HIM. JEN Oh, no. Danny nods, a little sad. He touches his heart, and holds his hand out to her. They stare into each other, alone together in the middle of a war zone. It's all they can do. FADE TO: EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - DAYS LATER A beautiful sky-blue day. Lots of boats out on the bay, light traffic on the Golden Gate. The city isn't itself, but getting back on its feet. Cleanup is well underway. Shaky buildings are demolished, while huge construction cranes rebuild others. EXT. CHINATOWN BISTRO CAFE - DAY The street's still pock-marked from the arrows, and SHOP KEEPERS sweep mounds of broken glass up. Residents are coming out, shopping, slowly settling to normal. Jen sits at an outdoor table - jeans, casual blouse, jacket - quietly sipping tea, watching Chinatown come back together. A WAITRESS (40) comes out and refills her teacup. JEN Thank you. WAITRESS How do you do it? JEN (looks around fast) Do what? Did I do something? WAITRESS No, I mean, I came in to work today, but I don't know why. The last time I was here was the other day, when He appeared. I saw Him. I felt Him... here. (touches her head) We all did. Were you here when it happened? JEN I was here. I saw him. WAITRESS So what we are supposed to do? You don't look like anything's changed and it has. What's your secret? How can you be so calm when you know? JEN Well, for one thing, your tea here is very good. Jen smiles warmly. Not the response the Waitress expected. WAITRESS ...thank you. JEN Things have changed. I've changed. And the world's a little different now. Just a little - not much. We're still here. You still love your husband, he still loves you. What else really matters? WAITRESS How did you...? JEN Ring on your finger. It looks a lot like mine, actually. Jen shows her own wedding ring, a simple gold band. JEN Y'know, you should take a long weekend in Napa, you and your guy. Hit the wineries, shoot the works at a spa. Really enjoy it. WAITRESS That'd be nice, but...money. JEN You haven't seen the size of your tip yet. The Waitress smiles wanly, not really buying that for a second. She goes back inside the cafe. Jen just smiles, drinking her tea. YAN (O.S.) Not just gonna snap your fingers and make it all better? Yan ambles up and plunks himself down at Jen's table. JEN Thanks for coming. YAN I had a choice? JEN No. YAN Well, I would've come anyway. I honestly didn't think you and your ex could've bought a chance, but I gotta give it to you, you pulled it out in the end. JEN My what? YAN I meant Danny. JEN Learn to say "Danny." YAN Sure, fine. So, rub the lamp and let the magic out, Jean Jeanie. Fix the town up. It'll take you five seconds. Let's go. JEN It won't mean anything to them if they don't rebuild it themselves. I won't make them feel insignificant. YAN Why not? Weren't you a lawyer? JEN Yeah, on that note, I've seen what you're doing and I know you're re consolidating the Triads. (hard) Don't. YAN You were just telling me about your hands-off policy. JEN Doesn't apply to assholes. YAN Hey missy, fuck you and the ego you rode in on. I don't kow-tow to you. I don't kow-tow to anybody now, thanks to you. JEN And I can turn your blood into poison with a thought. Yan sobers up, suddenly nervous. JEN (CONT'D) I can make your brain explode at the speed of light, destroy you cell by cell or change you into the marsupial of my choice. Easy. (then) Lucky for you I'm not the god Shan was. I like to think I'm a better person than that, but I won't kick back and watch you rebuild a criminal empire while these people rebuild their dreams. I promise you...we'll be watching. DANNY'S GHOST steps in behind Yan, frowning hard. Yan squirms a little, trapped on both sides. YAN Someone'll fill that void... JEN No. They won't. Jen rises to go. She passes her hand over the table, and a thin stack of one-thousand dollar bills APPEARS: the tip. JEN Personally, Yan, I think you've hit retirement age. Try making someone else's life better. If that's too tough, try to enjoy what you have. Seeya. She walks away from Yan and the Cafe... ...passing close by Danny's Ghost. They smile deeply at each other, almost touching... but not touching. The sights and smells of busy, busy Chinatown envelope her as she walks down the street. FLOWERS OF EVERY COLOR BLOOM ON THE WALLS IN HER WAKE. Potted plans spring to life, and trees sprout a bounty of leaves. Jen Yuen, God of Chinatown, walks down the street, melding into the crowd. FADE OUT: THE END
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