Dragon Eye

 

 

INT. PAROLE OFFICE - NIGHT

Voices are heard through a door that reads “Alvin Peterman, Parole Officer.”

 

DYLAN (O.S.)

Is this for real?

 

PETE (O.S.)

It’s the deal being put on the table. I’d recommend taking it. Your choice, though.

 

INT. PAROLE OFFICE - CONTINUOUS

ALVIN “PETE” PETERMAN, 52, robust, sits at a small table across from DYLAN HOPKINS, 27, lean, attractive.

 

Dylan shuffles through a folder and pulls out a photograph of an Asian man with a dragon tattoo around his left eye. Terrified, she replaces the photo. She pulls out a profile on “Fui Zhing”. Her eyes go wide.

 

DYLAN

Oh, God, no--

 

Pete takes the paper from Dylan.

 

PETE

You, uh, know this ... Foo-ee Zing?

 

DYLAN

Fway Shing... and yes. Are you sure this is the right file?

 

He takes the folder and scans the documents. He nods.

 

DYLAN (CONT’D)

Pete, he killed my brother. He’s a psychopath! They don’t need a hacker for this job. It doesn’t make sense to even ask!

 

PETE

This is the file Roper gave me.

 

DYLAN

He can shove it. I laid Jamie to rest two years ago. I’m not risking anyone else.

 

Dylan stands and walks to the door. Pete follows her.

 

PETE

You’d be risking more than a handful of cons if you ignore it.

 

DYLAN

No, that’s Roper’s problem now.

 

Dylan leaves, slamming the door behind her.

 

INT. DOJO - DAY

Dylan leads a class of twenty teenagers. The students are at parade rest. She smiles with pride.

 

DYLAN (CONT’D)

Yesterday we learned the dan chi sau, or “single sticky hands.” Today we’re stepping it up to the “double sticky hands,” or as you will learn it, sueng chi sau. Tony Sensei will demonstrate with me.

 

Dylan nods to her right. TONY, 30, fit, approaches. They bow and demonstrate double sticky hands. They bow again.

 

DYLAN (CONT’D)

Thank you, Tony. Everyone take a partner. Guys with guys, girls with girls. Go.

 

CLASS

Hai!

 

The student’s pair off. Dylan walks around each correcting stances and hand positions. She smiles and checks her watch.

 

DYLAN

That’s enough. Back to position.

 

Everyone bows.

 

DYLAN (CONT’D)

Tan sau. Pak sau. Wing sau. Fook sau. Wa sau. Bong sau.

 

Dylan repeats this exercise twice.

 

DYLAN (CONT’D)

Friday we’ll move into “chi gurk.” If you want to know what that is, show up for class. Dismissed. Kendra, stay.

 

The students leave.

 

KENDRA, 16, average, timid, remains in position at rest. Dylan approaches her and lifts the sleeve of Kendra’s gi. There are several bruises and burn marks.  Kendra pulls her sleeve down, embarrassed and scared.

 

DYLAN (CONT’D)

What happened?

 

Kendra shrugs and looks away.

 

DYLAN (CONT’D)

Look at me. You’re safe here. Please.

 

KENDRA

Mom went out of town and Robert started drinking again. He-- he--

 

Kendra breaks down in tears. Dylan hugs her tightly.

 

DYLAN

Shh... This is why you came to me, Kendra. I don’t care that he’s your mom’s boyfriend. Defend yourself. Then call the police. But, since I know you won’t--

 

Dylan pulls out her cell phone and types a text.

 

DYLAN (CONT’D)

Pete will be here in a little while to take you to my place. We’ll go in the morning and put a stop to this. You get some rest.

 

Kendra nods then bows. Dylan watches until Pete picks Kendra up. She closes the dojo and retreats to her office.

 

INT. DYLAN’S OFFICE - DAY

Dylan looks at a photograph of her and a young man on her desk. She pulls a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass from the desk. She pours a drink and waves it in front of the picture.

 

DYLAN (CONT’D)

Happy birthday, kiddo. Wish I could celebrate it with you.

 

She throws the shot back.

 

The dojo bell dings. Dylan jumps up and tiptoes to her door. She cracks the door a little and peers out.

 

SKY-LIN XIAO, 28, lean, handsome stands in front of a Chinese painting. His back is to her. Dylan walks out and stops one foot away from him.

 

DYLAN (CONT’D)

How did you get in here? We’re closed.

 

SKY

Ms. Hopkins, I am-- whoa! 

 

Dylan swings at him. He blocks. They fight. Dylan uses Wing Chun style. Sky uses Wushu. Sky kicks Dylan in the chest but catches her before she can crash into the painting. He flips her onto her back and quickly pulls his badge.

 

SKY (CONT’D)

Let’s start over, Ms. Hopkins. I am-

 

DYLAN

I know who you are, Inspector.

 

Dylan pushes Sky’s hand away and stands. She reveals that she has pickpocketed Sky's wallet. She hands it back to him.

 

DYLAN (CONT’D)

You’re Sky-Lin Xiao, the one responsible for Fui Zhing’s escape. What do you want?

 

SKY

You are as good as they told me. Detective Roper said you might be able to help retrieve Zhing. You had encountered him before?

 

DYLAN

Unfortunately, yes.

 

Dylan sighs and returns to her office. Sky follows her. Dylan pours another shot and offers some to Sky. He shakes his head.

 

DYLAN (CONT’D)

My team ran a job for one of his rivals. A simple rerouting of funds, but he found us. He killed my brother, wounded my best friend. Then he eliminated his rival. In that order. However, Roper lied, and I can’t help you. You know your way out... you certainly knew your way in.

 

She lifts her glass in toast to him. He doesn’t move.

 

SKY

He will kill others, Ms. Hopkins.

 

DYLAN

Not my circus, not my monkeys.

 

SKY

Even if it is one of your old team? Or one of your students?

 

Dylan faces Sky with an ice-cold stare.

 

DYLAN

A threat, Xiao?

 

SKY

Not from me. He’s coming for you, and he’s not above going through your friends to get to you. You’re the only one who he’s ever feared, which angers him. That will be his undoing. You get a clean record after he’s in custody.

 

Dylan glances around, then sighs.

 

DYLAN

I’m going to need my team.

 

SKY

Whatever it takes.

 

They shake hands.

 

INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - NIGHT

SUPER: “Three Months Later”

Dylan sits in a chair in the center of the room, bound, head down. A single light shines above her. FUI ZHING, 26, lean, attractive, steps into the light and approaches her. Fui lifts Dylan’s face up with his index finger. She has a bruise on her left temple. Her eyes flutter open.

 

FUI

It was too easy, Dylan. I mean, you used the exact same identity as last time. An amateur’s mistake.

 

DYLAN

Mmmhmm... yeah... stupid... part of... the plan...

 

Fui lets Dylan’s face fall again. He circles her three times while loading his gun. He grabs a hold of Dylan’s hair and places the gun barrel against the back of her head.

 

FUI

It was a good chase, but you’ve become more trouble than you’re worth. I’m a man of honor. Do you have any last words?

 

DYLAN

Just... do it already... Zeke!

 

Fui laughs.

 

FUI

That blow to the head must have really messed you up. You’ve forgotten my name.

 

Dylan darts her eyes in Fui’s direction.

 

DYLAN

I. Wasn’t. Talking. To you.

 

The doors on both sides of the warehouse fly open. Armored POLICE spill in. Target Lasers appear on Fui’s chest and forehead. He hesitates then drops his weapon and raises his hands.

 

FUI

Well played, Dylan Hopkins.

 

Six Cops approach Fui and Dylan. Two apprehend Fui and four free Dylan. They remove their face protection revealing they are Dylan’s team.

 

ZEKE, 26, tall, muscular, blond, cuts Dylan’s bonds and helps her to her feet.

 

ZEKE

Dumbest thing you’ve ever done.

 

DYLAN

It worked, didn’t it?

 

ZEKE

Yeah. Jamie would be proud.

 

Dylan smiles sadly and fist-bumps Zeke. Another Cop approaches and removes his face protection. It’s Sky. Dylan and Sky smile at each other.

 

ZEKE (CONT’D)

And that’s my cue to leave. Hey, Dyl? Don’t mess this one up, okay?

 

Zeke leaves. Sky offers a handshake. Dylan hugs him instead.

 

DYLAN

That was definitely not a part of the plan.

 

Sky laughs and pulls away.

 

SKY

It’s okay, Dylan. Thank you. We couldn’t have taken him without you.

 

DYLAN

Yes, you could have. It just wouldn’t have looked as cool.

 

They laugh then stand in silence. Dylan bites her lip and looks up at Sky. He looks at the police crews working.

 

DYLAN (CONT’D)

Hey--

 

SKY

Yeah?

 

DYLAN

Do you-- ? Would you like grab a coffee or something?

 

SKY

Ms. Hopkins, are you asking me on a date?

 

DYLAN

What if I am?

 

SKY

I think I’d like some coffee.

 

Dylan smiles again and links her arm in Sky’s. They walk away.

 

THE END.

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