INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - DINING ROOM - NIGHT
Chinatown, Boston, MA. A Saturday evening Chinese community
wedding banquet. The dining room transformed. Red and gold
everywhere — table linens, backdrops, lanterns, floral
arrangements. The character 囍 (Double Happiness) prominently
displayed. Red banners. Gold lettering.
Designated boxes for hongbao — red envelopes of money —
already thick with gifts. The tables packed, multi-
generational, elders at the center, children weaving between
chair legs.
The room too loud for any single voice to rise above it.
Conversations seen, not heard, swallowed by music, laughter,
the clatter of plates and glasses.
Waitresses in motion, platters held high. A whole suckling
pig carried in, skin lacquered and gleaming, met with
applause.
The BRIDE and GROOM enter to music, beaming.
At a round table near the center — FATHER, mid-70s. Navy
suit, red tie. Ebullient. Laughing louder than anyone at his
table, refilling a neighbor's tea before his own.
A MAN approaches. Shakes Father's hand warmly. A word Father
says makes him laugh. He moves on.
Another guest stops. A small bow of respect. Father waves him
into a chair for a moment, insists he try the pig, sends him
off with a plate.
He is, in this room, something like royalty. Not feared.
Beloved.
MASTER OF CEREMONIES
(booming,jovial)
Ladies and gentlemen — it's time!
Raise your glasses! We're going to
Yum Seng until the ancestors wake
up!
Guests rise, glasses in hand.
GROOM
(low to the bride)
Ready?
BRIDE
I was born ready. My aunties
trained for this.
They turn to face the room.
MASTER OF CEREMONIES
Okay everyone — together now! The
longer the "yum," the sweeter their
life! One, two, three
ALL
(loudly)
YUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMM—
Cameras flash. Children giggle, covering their ears. The
bride and groom grip hands, laughing, pushing the yum to
absurd, joyful length.
At Father's table — a MAN, middle-aged, unremarkable,
approaches from behind. Bows. Once. Deep.
Father turns. Recognizes something in the gesture. Reaches
into his jacket. A red envelope changes hands.
Father doesn't open it. Nods once. Sets it beside his plate.
The man is already gone, folded back into the crowd.
Across the room — a man stands apart from the celebration.
Still. Unmoving. FONG, late 60s. Watching. Not this exchange
specifically. Just the room. Just Father.
ALL (CONT’D)
(loudly)
—SEEEEEEEEEENG!
The room erupts. Laughter. Toasts. Glasses ringing against
glasses.
MASTER OF CEREMONIES
One more! One for prosperity!
The room roars again.
Father, laughing, turns back to his table. Says something.
The table breaks into laughter with him.
Across from him — a WOMAN, 60s, delighted, wiping a tear of
laughter from her eye.
She's still smiling when her face changes.
Her mouth opens. No sound at first. Then a SCREAM.
Father's head has come to rest against the white tablecloth.
Still.
A wine glass, knocked from his hand, spills red wine across
the white linen — pooling close to his cheek.
The room is still roaring with the toast. Nobody else has
noticed yet.
Then the SCREAMING spreads.
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Baba's Collapse
EXT. LAKE MICHIGAN LAKEFRONT PATH, CHICAGO, IL. - DAY
Early morning.
The sun searing copper off the water.
MING, Chinese-American, mid-30s, running hard along the
shore.
The city of Chicago rising behind him. Garmin on his wrist.
Jaw set. Breathing controlled. He checks his pace. Satisfied.
A man with no problems.
Runners, walkers, bicycles.
His watch vibrates. He glances at his wrist without breaking
stride.
Missed Call: Qingbo.
He slows. Stops.
INT. HOME OLD TOWN, CHICAGO, IL. - KITCHEN - DAY
Ming arrives home mid-morning from his run. Meets his wife
GRACE, Chinese-American, mid-30s, in the kitchen.
GRACE
Hi honey, how was your run?
Ming, standing at the kitchen sink, drinking from a glass of
water.
MING
Great. Close to a PR today.
He goes to sit.
GRACE
(not looking up)
Don’t sit down, you’re still
sweating. Go take a shower before
you do anything else.
He stops. Stands back up.
MING
Yes dear.
Grace looks up from her legal brief.
GRACE
What's wrong?
MING
Qingbo called. While I was out. I
called her back on my way home.
He sets his water glass down.
MING (CONT’D)
Baba collapsed last night. At a
wedding reception, at the
restaurant. They took him to Beth
Israel.
Grace sets the brief down completely now.
GRACE
Is it serious?
MING
Maybe. I don't know yet.
Picks up his water glass and takes a sip.
MING (CONT’D)
Qingbo suggested I come out and I
want to see for myself. I'm booking
a flight for this afternoon.
Grace stands. Crosses to him. Puts her arms around him — not
a quick embrace, a real one.
GRACE
Go. I've got things here.
Ming continues to walk to the bedroom.
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Family First
INT. HOME OLD TOWN, CHICAGO, IL. - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Early evening, Grace folds a blouse. Sets it aside. Looks up
as Ming enters.
GRACE
How is he?
MING
Stable. But it was serious. His
heart.
He sits on the edge of the bed.
MING (CONT’D)
The hospital wants him in a rehab
facility and Baba doesn’t want to
go. And he has nobody at home full-
time. But if we can get him round-
the-clock care — aides, a physical
therapist — they'll let him go home
in a week or two.
Grace sets the blouse down completely.
GRACE
And you want to be the one who
arranges that.
MING
I grew up in that kitchen. I can
look in on him and keep an eye on
the place at the same time.
A beat.
MING (CONT’D)
Just for the summer. We'd be back
before school starts.
Grace considers this.
GRACE
I might be able to transfer to the
Boston office. At least
temporarily.
MING
(looking up)
You'd do that?
Grace looks at him.
GRACE
It's family Ming.
She resumes folding.
GRACE (CONT’D)
At least it's the end of the school
year. Suzie can treat it like a
long summer vacation.
MING
I really appreciate this Grace. I
want you to know that.
GRACE
I know you would.
She moves to the closet.
MING
Will you talk to HR about a
transfer?
GRACE
First thing tomorrow.
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A Convenient Alignment
INT. BAKER & STONE - WACKER DRIVE, CHICAGO, IL. - DAY
Floor-to-ceiling windows. Thirty-fifth floor. The Chicago
River below catching the midday light. Beyond it Lake
Michigan, flat and enormous.
Grace stands at the window for a moment before turning back
to the room. Impeccable. Hair back.
Two SENIOR ATTORNEYS — HARTWELL and PRICE — seated across
from her desk. Both male. Both slightly older.
HARTWELL
The Meridian documentation is the
cleanest forensic work I've seen
come through this office in fifteen
years Grace. Three years untangling
a corporate embezzlement operation
of that scale in a way a jury can
actually follow.
GRACE
The numbers tell the story. You
just have to learn to read what
they're actually saying versus what
someone wants them to appear to
say.
PRICE
Which is exactly why the NSA
compliance team has been asking for
you specifically. They need someone
who can read the financial
architecture of an entire
organization and identify where the
structure diverges from the
reported reality.
Grace absorbs that. Something shifts slightly in her eyes.
GRACE
That works out. My husband's family
needs us in Boston this summer. His
father.
HARTWELL
That's convenient.
GRACE
(smallest smile)
It is.
PRICE
If the NSA work goes the way I
expect it will, this could be the
case that closes the gap on your
partnership.
Grace looks at the window. The river. The lake beyond it.
GRACE
The Meridian files are organized
for whoever takes it to court.
Everything is labeled. The forensic
accounting summary is on top.
She picks up her bag. Already moving forward.
GRACE (CONT’D)
On Meridian… I will make myself
available for calls.
PRICE
I know you will.
She takes one more look at the view. Then she turns. And
walks out.
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Backyard Catch
EXT. HOME OLD TOWN, CHICAGO, IL. - BACKYARD - DAY
Ming and his daughter SUZIE (8 years old) in the backyard.
They are tossing a baseball back and forth. BISCUIT, the
beloved family cocker spaniel also playing. She is wearing
her Chicago Cubs hat. He is wearing his Boston Red Sox hat.
MING
Bao Bei, I think you’re going to
really enjoy Boston.
SUZIE
I hope so but I’m going to miss my
friends.
MING
You have a phone. You can text or
call them every day if you want.
Suzie catches the ball. Considers this.
SUZIE
Okay.
A toss back.
MING
Hey! You’re getting some arm on you
there.
SUZIE
Really?
MING
Yeah! You know that you could be
the next Chien-Ming Wang.
SUZIE
Who’s that?
MING
He pitched for the Yankees. Was the
best Chinese player in the majors.
SUZIE
Cool!
Biscuit at their feet.
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A Quiet Farewell
INT. NORTH SIDE LEGAL AID - CHICAGO, IL. - DAY
The office. Worn carpet. Fluorescent light that flickers
slightly.
Ming's desk. Case files stacked on top of it. A plant on the
windowsill that is surviving. Ming is packing. Methodical.
Opening drawers. Transferring files to a box. A knock at the
open door.
MRS. ALVAREZ, 70s, stands in the doorway. Immaculate despite
everything.
She looks at the box on his desk. At Ming.
MING
Mrs. Alvarez. Come in.
She steps inside. She doesn’t sit. She looks at the boxes.
MRS. ALVAREZ
They told me you were leaving.
MING
Just for the summer. Maybe less.
Bill is going to handle everything
while I’m gone. He knows the case
as well as I do.
She nods. She doesn’t look convinced.
MRS. ALVAREZ
The landlord called again
yesterday.
MING
I know. Bill has the response
ready. It goes out tomorrow
morning.
She looks at her hands. Then at Ming.
MRS. ALVAREZ
You’ve been very kind to us.
MING
Thank you. You don’t need to say
that.
MRS. ALVAREZ
I do.
Ming looks at her. Complete attention.
MING
You're going to be fine Mrs.
Alvarez. You have rights and Bill
knows how to protect them.
She nods once. She picks up her bag. Turns to leave. She
stops at the door.
MRS. ALVAREZ
How long have we been coming here?
MING
Nineteen years.
Nods once more. And leaves. BILL appears. Leaning against the
frame.
BILL
Ming. You know most guys would have
handed that off without saying
goodbye.
Ming picks up a box. Moves to the door.
MING
She’s been in that apartment
nineteen years Bill. Don’t let them
push her out.
Ming walks out.
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Packing for a New Beginning
INT. HOME OLD TOWN, CHICAGO, IL. - BEDROOM - DAY
Grace is going through her closet and dresser drawers.
Suitcases open on the bed.
MING
Let me help you with that suitcase.
Reaching for the suitcase.
GRACE
Thanks honey. I got it.
Grace pulls it down from the closet shelf. She moves to the
dresser. Opens a drawer. Goes through it methodically. She
stops.
She reaches inside. Pulls out a program. A ticket. She places
it back in the drawer. She goes back to packing.
GRACE (CONT’D)
(not looking up)
Does Suzie know how we met?
MING
(smiles)
In Chicago.
GRACE
At that civil rights dinner. We
weren't even supposed to be at the
same table.
Ming keeps packing without looking up.
GRACE (CONT’D)
She should know that.
Grace moves to the closet. Goes through a shelf. She pulls
out a textbook. 古文入門. Classical Chinese Primer. Chinese
University of Hong Kong Press.
GRACE (CONT’D)
I don't think I'll need this.
She sets it aside on the dresser.
MING
You're bringing that?
GRACE
(already moving on)
I took East Asian Languages and
Civilizations at University of
Chicago. Before Northwestern. My
mother's idea. She said if I was
going to be an American lawyer I
should at least be able to read
what my ancestors wrote.
MING
Overachiever.
GRACE
I took this class with a girl named
Rachel. We were the only two who
actually finished all four years of
the program together. We got close.
A beat.
GRACE (CONT’D)
I haven't spoken to her in almost a
year. I wonder how she's doing.
Grace almost smiles. Keeps packing. Suzie appears in the
doorway. Sees the book on the dresser. Picks it up. Looks at
the cover.
SUZIE
Can you read that?
GRACE
Sure.
Suzie looks at the cover for another moment. Sets it back
down. Moves on. Suzie wanders back toward the door.
GRACE (CONT’D)
My office is expecting me back by
end of summer. But if the NSA
position works out, this might not
be temporary after all.
SUZIE
Really?
GRACE
We’ll see. You never know.
Suzie turns to Ming.
SUZIE
Does that mean I have to become a
Red Sox fan?
MING
If you want. Or you can still be a
Cubs fan too.
Ming comes up behind Grace. Wraps his arms around her waist.
She leans back into him for a moment, letting herself rest
there.
SUZIE
Where are we going to live in
Boston Baba?
MING
You wouldn’t want to live near the
ocean, would you?
SUZIE
(with enthusiasm)
What? No!
MING
Yeah. I still have some connections
back there.
GRACE
Are you kidding? The ocean?
MING
Yes honey. The ocean. I hope you
like it.
GRACE
That’s perfect.
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A Home for Now
EXT. BOSTON, MA. HARBOR - AERIAL - DAY
The city rising from the water. Sailboats scattered across
the harbor. The financial district catching the afternoon
sun. Beyond it, the neighborhoods stretching south toward
Quincy.
Then, cutting down to ground level as the car exits the
Southeast Expressway.
EXT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - DRIVEWAY - DAY
The car pulls into driveway of a four bedroom colonial. Grace
and Suzie see the view through the windshield before the
engine stops.
GRACE
(genuine surprise)
Ming!
SUZIE
(excited)
Baba, is this ours?
Ming glances at her in the rearview mirror.
MING
For now.
GRACE
Ming, how did you manage to get
this for us?
Ming turns to Grace.
MING
I still have connections, remember?
Engine stops. Suzie and Biscuit run from the car to the
backyard. Grace and Ming follow.
EXT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - BACKYARD - DAY
The three of them standing at the back. Quincy Bay below.
Wollaston Beach. Boston in the distance across the water.
GRACE
Ming, this is unbelievable.
MING
I thought you’d like it.
GRACE
Like it? I love it!
MING
There may be an option to buy. If
we ever decided to stay.
GRACE
Really? Could we swing it?
MING
It would be close but I think we
could get the numbers to work.
Grace turns to him. Kisses him — unhurried, genuinely happy.
SUZIE
Could I walk to school from here?
MING
Every day.
The three of them continue to gaze.
MING (CONT’D)
Who’s going to help me unpack the
car?
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Concern in the Kitchen
EXT. CHINATOWN, BOSTON, MA. - DAY
Chinatown Gate, Chinatown, Boston.
Busy street activity. A delivery cart rattles past, stacked
high with produce. Voices. Cars. Trucks. Occasional sounds of
car horns.
The front of the Golden Dragon Restaurant. Opens to the
street.
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - DINING ROOM - DAY
The dining room tired and worn. Fading carpets. Stains.
Early afternoon and every table occupied. Dim sum carts
moving between them. Overlapping conversations in Cantonese
and English.
GRACE
Ming, this is busier than I
remember it.
MING
Almost forty years. He has quite a
following. Especially for the dim
sum.
Ming, Grace and Suzie walk toward the kitchen.
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
The heat hits before they're fully through the door. A box
fan humming near the entrance. Cleavers. Woks. Steam. Voices
calling orders in Cantonese. The air thick with steam and
noise. Ming loosens his collar.
Ming’s father appears at the corridor. He sees Ming.
FATHER
Bou Bui, come here.
He opens his arms.
MING
Aa Baa. You gave us quite a scare.
The father waves that off. He looks at Grace.
FATHER
Grace. Come here.
Grace steps forward. Accepts the hug. Doesn't fully return
it.
GRACE
(politely)
Hi Aa Baa. Good to see you.
MING
So what happened Aa Baa?
FATHER
It was nothing. I don't know why
they even took me.
MING
We're going to be here for a while.
Keep an eye on you.
FATHER
Who told you to do that? I don't
need help.
MING
I know. But we're here anyway.
Ming looks around the kitchen.
MING (CONT’D)
Aa Baa, let’s go to the dining
room. It’s hot in here.
GRACE
(beginning to perspire)
Please.
A woman appears at the father's elbow — not staff, not
family. ESTHER, 40s, quiet. A home health aide.
ESTHER
(gently)
Let's get you sitting down.
Ming’s father waves her off, then doesn't. Lets her take his
arm. They move to his office together.
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Reunion and Revelation
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
QINGBO, 50s, Long-standing employee appears.
QINGBO
(eyes widening)
Bou Bui! Come here!
Ming moves toward her. Arms out.
MING
Ah Yi. You look wonderful. Don’t
you ever grow older?
QINGBO
You liar Bou Bui. Thank you. You
haven’t changed one bit.
MING
Feels like yesterday.
QINGBO
When are you going to move back to
Boston? We miss you.
Grace waits. Shifts her weight slightly. A small movement.
Qingbo notices her.
QINGBO (CONT’D)
Grace, it’s good to see you again.
GRACE
You too Qingbo.
MING
Ah Yi practically raised me. She
never lets me forget it.
QINGBO
(smiling)
Because it’s true.
Suzie wanders toward the dim sum carts.
MING
Stop it Ah Yi!
QINGBO
Whatever happened to your friend
Paul? He used to come around all
the time when you were in school.
MING
He's practicing law here in Boston
now. Doing well for himself. Civil
litigation.
Ming looking toward his father’s office.
MING (CONT’D)
Qingbo… Baba… Wow. He’s lost a lot
of weight since I last saw him…
tell us what happened.
QINGBO
I wasn’t here that night but they
called the ambulance and took him
to Beth Israel. I heard that his
heart had actually stopped briefly.
But you know your father. He’s a
fighter. I can’t believe he’s even
back here at the restaurant
already.
Ming and Grace exchange a look.
MING
How are his health aides working
out?
QINGBO
They’re very helpful. And his long-
time neighbor, Rose. I think you
must know her. She looks in on him
too.
GRACE
The aides are a great idea.
QINGBO
Yes. He has three of them around
the clock. And a physical therapist
too.
Ming touches Qingbo's shoulder. Just for a moment.
QINGBO (CONT’D)
I hear my name being called. This
is the busiest part of our day.
MING
We’ll catch-up in a little bit.
QINGBO
How long are you in Boston?
MING
For a while anyway. We’re here to
keep an eye on Aa Baa for now.
QINGBO
I understand. We’ll talk later. I’m
glad you came.
GRACE
Nice to see you again Qingbo.
She goes back to the floor.
MING
(to Grace)
Let's find Aa Baa.
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The Lingering Suspicion
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Ming’s father on the phone.
FATHER
…our arrangement was settled a long
time ago. There's nothing left to
discuss.
He listens.
FATHER (CONT’D)
I understand what you're saying.
That doesn't change anything.
His grip on the phone tightens.
FATHER (CONT’D)
It isn’t yours.
He listens.
FATHER (CONT’D)
Your memory doesn’t change the
facts.
He sees Ming and Grace.
FATHER (CONT’D)
I have to go.
He hangs up. Sets the phone down.
MING
What was that about?
FATHER
Nothing.
He settles back, already smiling.
FATHER (CONT’D)
So… where are you staying while
you're here?
MING
Merrymount.
GRACE
Ming was able to get us a beautiful
home overlooking the water.
FATHER
You're going to be very happy over
there Grace. A great neighborhood
for Suzie.
Grace's eyes stay on the phone a moment longer than they need
to.
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12 -
The NSA Assignment
INT. BAKER & STONE - SEAPORT BLVD. BOSTON, MA. - OFFICE - DAY
Grace on her first morning at her new desk. The office
professional and polished. A view of Boston Harbor and Logan
Airport through the window.
TOM WHITFIELD, 40s, warm, collegial, enters.
WHITFIELD
Grace. Welcome aboard. Everyone's
been looking forward to having you
here.
GRACE
Thank you. This office works well.
She's already looking at the harbor.
WHITFIELD
I wanted to give you a heads up
before the official word comes
through. The NSA compliance team
confirmed this morning. You're on.
Grace turns from the window.
GRACE
When do they want to start?
WHITFIELD
They said as soon as you're
settled. They've been waiting for
someone with your forensic
background specifically. The
Meridian work apparently made an
impression.
GRACE
It should have. Three years of it.
WHITFIELD
There are some disclosure forms
that come with the assignment.
Spousal financial disclosures.
Standard compliance protocol.
Nothing complicated.
GRACE
I’ll get them to my husband this
week.
WHITFIELD
Good.
A beat.
WHITFIELD (CONT’D)
Off the record— if this NSA work
goes the way we expect, partnership
stops being a conversation and
starts being a formality.
GRACE
(the smallest, controlled
satisfaction)
Good to know.
WHITFIELD
Welcome to Boston Grace. We're glad
to have you here.
He leaves. Grace moves to her window.
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A Quiet Shift
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - DAY
Late afternoon after work and Grace in casual clothes. Moving
between the counter and the calendar on the wall. She stops
at the calendar. Studies it for a moment. Circles July 4.
GRACE
Merrymount does a Fourth of July
parade. The whole neighborhood
apparently.
She moves on. Ming at the kitchen table, jacket off.
MING
How was the first day?
GRACE
Better than I expected. Everyone
was welcoming.
MING
Different pace than Chicago?
Grace considers this genuinely.
GRACE
A little. But I kept up.
A small, private smile. There and gone.
GRACE (CONT’D)
In fact, they mentioned,
informally, that partnership's in
the cards. If the NSA work goes as
planned.
MING
I'm happy for you Grace.
GRACE
I'll just take it one step at a
time.
She opens the refrigerator. Looks inside.
GRACE (CONT’D)
The NSA assignment is confirmed.
They want to start as soon as I'm
settled.
MING
That was fast.
GRACE
The Meridian work opened the door.
There are some disclosure forms
that come with it. Spousal
financial disclosures. I left them
on the table for you.
She nods toward the kitchen table. The forms sitting there.
MING
I'll take a look.
He glances at them. Doesn't pick them up.
GRACE
Suzie, that Chinese summer camp you
were interested in… I called and
they have an opening.
SUZIE
Really? Thanks Mom.
Suzie walks in, baseball glove already in hand.
SUZIE (CONT’D)
Baba… Do you have time for catch?
Ming looks at Grace. She nods once.
MING
Sure I do Bao Bei.
SUZIE
I’ll get your glove.
She disappears upstairs. Ming stands. Rolls up his sleeves.
He looks at Grace standing at the refrigerator.
MING
Tomorrow after work. I want to take
you somewhere.
GRACE
(still looking at the
refrigerator)
Where?
MING
Somewhere I used to go as a kid.
When we lived in Dorchester.
Grace looks at him over the refrigerator door.
GRACE
Should I be concerned?
MING
Absolutely not.
Goes outside. Grace watches him go. Then goes back to the
refrigerator.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Grace at the kitchen window. Looking out at Ming and Suzie.
Baseball tossed. Muffled voices. Laughter. She stands there
for a moment. Just watching. Then she turns back to dinner.
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14 -
You Never Know
INT. FATHER'S HOUSE - LOWER MILLS, DORCHESTER, MA. - FRONT
STEPS - DAY
A modest house in Lower Mills, Dorchester. Ming at the front
door. He rings the bell. From inside, the sound of locks.
Multiple. Sequential. A deadbolt. Then another. A chain. A
sliding bar. A hook latch near the top. Each one engaged from
the inside with the ease of long habit.
The door opens. Ming’s father stands there. But before he
steps aside to let Ming in, his eyes move across the street.
A car parked at the curb. Engine off. Someone behind the
wheel. Ming’s father looks at it for just a moment.
Ming steps inside. He can't help himself. He looks at the
inside of the door. Four locks. Five. The deadbolt. The
chain. The sliding bar. The hook latch. All of them.
MING
Baba. How many locks do you need?
Ming’s father glances at the door. Unbothered.
FATHER
(with a sheepish shrug)
You never know.
Ming’s father closes the door behind them. Without looking,
the chain first. Then the sliding bar. Then the second
deadbolt. Then the hook latch near the top.
Ming watches him do it. He almost says something. He doesn't.
He follows his father to the kitchen.
INT. FATHER'S HOUSE - LOWER MILLS, DORCHESTER, MA. - KITCHEN -
CONTINUOUS
Kitchen. Simple. Older. Linoleum flooring. The lunar calendar
on the wall showing the current month.
The kitchen table. Utility bills stacked at one end. The
checkbook beside them. Opened envelopes with notes written on
the outside in Traditional Chinese. A small handheld
calculator. An ashtray. A salt and pepper shaker at the end.
A small bottle of soy sauce.
Ming follows his father to the stove. Through the doorway —
the living room. A mahjong table. Four walls set up. Played
tiles in front of each wall. Unplayed tiles in their trays.
In the center of the table — the draw pile. Face down. Never
turned over. Ming glances at it.
The aide, Esther gathers her things at the counter and nods
to Ming.
ESTHER
He's all set for the afternoon.
Anna takes over at seven.
FATHER
(waving her off, not
unkindly)
Go home Esther, I’m fine.
She looks at Ming. A brief, knowing look.
ESTHER
Call if you need anything.
She lets herself out.
MING
Aa Baa. I haven't forgotten what
you taught me to cook.
FATHER
You cook?
MING
Sure I do. Grace is often busy at
work and I get home first.
FATHER
Good. Cooking is a good skill.
He settles into his chair at the kitchen table. A moment.
Then the father rises. Moves to the window. The street
outside. The parking spot across the way. Empty. The car is
gone. He returns to his chair.
FATHER (CONT’D)
How about your wife? Is she a good
cook?
MING
Not bad. She has her specialties.
FATHER
Yeah? Like what?
MING
Grace's family is from Beijing. She
makes good Fan qie Chao dan.
His father makes a face. Almost imperceptible.
FATHER
(dismissive)
That's not your food.
MING
Aa Baa…
FATHER
I won’t hold that against her.
MING
Aa Baa. Stop it! I don’t want to
hear that.
FATHER
Okay, okay. I understand.
Ming preparing to boil noodles.
MING
Aa Baa, where do you keep your
pots?
Ming’s father gets up from his chair. Walks slowly to the
dishwasher. Opens the door. Two full racks of pots. He pulls
the top rack out. Hands a pot to Ming. Ming looks at the pot.
At the dishwasher.
MING (CONT’D)
I forgot.
FATHER
You use yours?
MING
Of course. That’s what it’s for.
FATHER
I’ve never run that dishwasher. No
need.
Ming stops himself. He fills the pot with water. Sets it on
the stove.
FATHER (CONT’D)
When are we eating? Tomorrow?
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A Phone Call Home
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - DAY
Grace at the kitchen window speaking with her mother. Phone
to her ear.
(Grace speaks entirely in Mandarin throughout this scene.
Subtitled.)
GRACE
How are things back home in Lake
Forest, Mama?
She listens.
GRACE (CONT’D)
We're settled in. Ming's father. It
was serious. He’s out of the
hospital now.
She listens. Moves to the counter. Picks up her coffee.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Yes. The NSA work came through. If
it leads somewhere, Boston might
not be temporary after all.
She listens. Nods slightly.
GRACE (CONT’D)
I know. I know Mama.
Something in her face that isn't composure.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Suzie is good. She loves it here
actually. There's a girl next door
about her age. They haven't met
yet.
She listens. Smiles at something her mother says.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Yes Mama. I can't wait for you to
come visit.
Her smile fading slightly. Something underneath it.
GRACE (CONT’D)
I miss you. Tell Baba I love him.
She listens one more moment. Something her mother says
landing quietly.
GRACE (CONT’D)
I love you too.
Grace stands at the kitchen window for a moment. Then she
picks up her coffee. Goes back to the brief on the counter.
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Incorrigible
EXT. TONY’S CLAM SHOP - 861 QUINCY SHORE DRIVE - QUINCY, MA. -
DAY
The outdoor patio. Full. Families at picnic tables.
Wollaston Beach across the street. The water catching the
late afternoon light. A man with a guitar behind them
playing.
Ming and Grace and Suzie at a picnic table. Biscuit tethered
to the table leg between Ming and Suzie, nose working the
air. Their food arrives. A young server sets it down without
ceremony.
Grace — Broiled seafood plate. Rice pilaf. Garden salad.
Ming - Fried clams. A pile of them.
Suzie - Fish and chips. And onion rings, which her mother did
not order and her father definitely did not order either.
Grace looks at the onion rings.
GRACE
Did you order those?
SUZIE
(innocent)
They just came with it.
Grace looks at Ming. Ming is looking at the water.
GRACE
Ming.
MING
(still looking at the
water)
Mm?
Grace looks at her salmon. Picks up her fork.
GRACE
(under her breath)
Unbelievable.
She cuts into her salmon. The onion rings remain. Nobody
removes them. Suzie reaches down under the table. Offers
Biscuit a piece of fish.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Suzie. Don’t feed the dog at the
table.
Suzie's hand retreats. She picks up a french fry. Looks at
her father. Ming glances at Grace. Grace is focused on her
salmon. He looks back at Suzie. The smallest nod. Almost
imperceptible. Suzie's hand goes back under the table. Ming
picks up a fried clam. Looks at Suzie.
MING
You know these are actually very
good for you.
SUZIE
(immediately)
Mom. Fried clams are very good for
you.
GRACE
(without looking up)
You two are incorrigible.
Ming looks at Suzie. Suzie looks at Ming. The snicker
contained but barely. Biscuit's tail thumps against the table
leg. Ming picks up another clam. Looks out at the water. He
eats his clam.
Grace cuts her salmon. Suzie steals an onion ring. Biscuit
waits patiently.
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17 -
The Unreadable Ledger
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - OFFICE - DAY
Ming goes into his father's office. Old. Dusty. The desk
cluttered with papers. No computer. A 1970s era electronic
calculator. An ashtray. Chinese artifacts. Old abacus. Jade
dragon. Beckoning cats. Stacks of paper on the credenza. A
lunar calendar on the wall. In the corner, a multifunction
printer, buried under a stack of takeout menus and a shoebox
of receipts. Ming turns on the desk lamp.
At his desk he pulls out his phone.
MING
Paul. It's Ming Chen.
A beat.
MING (CONT’D)
I'm back in Boston for the summer.
My father hasn’t been well. A long
story. I'd love to catch up if you
have time.
He listens.
MING (CONT’D)
No, of course. Whenever works.
Listens again.
MING (CONT’D)
Yeah. Let's connect later when
things settle down.
He ends the call. Considers.
He opens drawers slowly. Carefully. In one drawer, a large
leather-bound ledger. He stops. He removes it carefully. Lays
it on the desk. Adjusts the lamp to shine directly on it.
Opens the leather cover. Begins turning pages. All pages
filled with Traditional Chinese calligraphy. Columns of
characters. Dates. Numbers. A system. Familiar. But strange.
He reads but he does not understand. The numbers he
recognizes. The characters he doesn't. He picks up the pen on
the desk. Tries to trace one character onto a notepad. The
stroke order wrong. He tries again. Still wrong. He sets the
pen down.
He pulls out his phone. Enters a character into the
translation app. Nothing useful. He sits back. Hands together
under his chin. Trying to associate dates with numbers with
the characters.
He turns more pages. Same result. He closes the book. Returns
it to the drawer. Turns out the desk lamp. Gets up. Leaves.
Closes the office door behind him.
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The Quiet Lesson
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - DINING ROOM - DAY
Suzie arrives at the restaurant mid-afternoon from Chinese
summer school program. The restaurant is quiet. She is met by
Qingbo. Television behind the bar has an afternoon Red Sox
game.
SUZIE
Ah Yi, is Baba busy?
QINGBO
(glances toward the
office, nods)
He’ll be done soon. Come. Sit here.
Pulls out a chair. Suzie drops her backpack. Opens workbook.
Qingbo places a small plate of almond cookies beside her
without comment. Suzie takes one. Doesn’t look up. Tracing
Chinese characters. Ming finishes his phone call.
MING
(to Qingbo in Cantonese,
subtitled)
Thank you.
She nods. Leaves. He sits beside Suzie.
SUZIE
Why do they teach us this? And not
the way you talk?
Ming doesn’t look up right away.
MING
Because your mother would have to
learn a different one.
Ming looks at her workbook. Runs his finger along a line of
characters.
SUZIE
Does mommy know?
MING
(smiles)
She’s learning.
He taps the page.
MING (CONT’D)
Finish this one.
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19 -
A New Friend at the Fence
EXT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - BACKYARD - DAY
Suzie alone in the backyard. Baseball glove on her hand.
Tossing a ball up and catching it.
A face appears at the fence. MADISON, 8. Brunette. Long hair.
MADISON
Hi! You just move in?
SUZIE
Yeah. For the summer.
MADISON
What grade are you in?
SUZIE
Third. You?
MADISON
Third.
They look at each other. No conflict at all.
MADISON (CONT’D)
My name is Madison.
SUZIE
I’m Suzie.
MADISON
What kind of hat is that?
SUZIE
A Cubs hat.
MADISON
My dad is a Sox fan.
SUZIE
So is my dad.
MADISON
You want to throw?
Suzie looks at her. Then at the fence between them.
SUZIE
Yeah. But I only have one glove.
MADISON
I have one. Wait here.
Madison disappears. Suzie goes back to tossing the ball up
and catching it.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - DAY
Suzie and Madison appear in the kitchen doorway. Both already
in motion.
Suzie now wearing a Red Sox hat stops. Grabs something off
the counter — a baseball, player autographs signed in blue
ballpoint, and a small glass vial of reddish dirt.
Suzie holds up the baseball and vial.
SUZIE
Look! From Fenway. My Yeh Yeh got
us on the field. Through someone he
knows.
Madison inspects the baseball.
MADISON
Cool! What's a Yeh Yeh?
SUZIE
My grandfather.
MADISON
Oh. Cool.
SUZIE
Mom. Me and Maddie are walking in
the parade tomorrow.
Already gone. Ming and Grace exchange a look.
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Two Weeks
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Grace on the couch with something to read. Ming beside her.
Not reading.
MING
Two weeks.
Grace looks up.
GRACE
Already.
They both look toward the window. The view pulling their
attention simultaneously.
MING
How’s work?
GRACE
Good. The team is strong.
Grace turns to Ming
GRACE (CONT’D)
Oh… and the disclosure forms are
due next week. I'll remind you.
MING
I’ll get to them.
GRACE
Thanks.
She goes back to her reading. He looks at the water. Biscuit
on the floor between them.
Ming gets up. Moves to the kitchen.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
The disclosure forms on the table. Ming picks them up. Looks
at them for a moment.
He slides them into his briefcase by the door.
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21 -
The Ledger's Secret
INT. BETH ISRAEL HOSPITAL, BOSTON, MA. - HOSPITAL ROOM -
NIGHT
Ming walks into the hospital room. Two beds. One unoccupied.
The room dark except for the floor lamp near his father's
bed. Ming approaches slowly. His father resting. IV in his
arm. Eyes closed.
MING
Aa Baa.
No answer.
MING (CONT’D)
Aa Baa.
His father's eyes open. Slowly. He looks at Ming without
surprise.
FATHER
(opening eyes)
I hear you.
Ming pulls a chair to the bedside. He looks at his father for
a moment. At the IV. At the monitor.
MING
You okay?
No answer.
MING (CONT’D)
I was in your office.
The father's eyes find him. Something shifts in them. Not
alarm. Recognition.
MING (CONT’D)
I found your ledger.
The father looks at the ceiling. A long exhale.
FATHER
Ah…
MING
How long?
The father's hand moves slightly on the blanket. Just the
fingers.
FATHER
(weakly)
Thirty years. Maybe longer.
MING
Do they pay you back?
FATHER
Most do. Some don’t. Some can’t.
He closes his eyes briefly. When he opens them he's looking
at Ming directly.
FATHER (CONT’D)
It’s okay.
MING
Is it legal?
Ming’s father turns his head on the pillow. Looks at the
window. The dark outside.
FATHER
It’s necessary.
MING
But why?
FATHER
Some people don’t have time.
His father’s eyes close. Then open.
FATHER (CONT’D)
Others. Doors are closed.
Ming takes a deep breath. He looks at his father's hands on
the blanket.
FATHER (CONT’D)
Don’t let Fong get it.
Ming goes still.
MING
Baba. Who’s Fong?
The father's eyes close. His breathing settles back into its
resting rhythm. Ming remains in the chair. He doesn't move
for a long time.
INT. BETH ISRAEL HOSPITAL, BOSTON, MA. - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
The doctor finds Ming outside the room.
DOCTOR
He's stable for now.
Ming looks at the closed door.
DOCTOR (CONT’D)
Don't wait too long between visits.
Ming nods.
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22 -
Consequences Uncovered
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - NIGHT
Dishwasher humming. Grace wiping down the counter after
dinner. Ming comes up behind her. Goes to put his arms around
her. She accepts it. Half a beat late. A slight stiffness.
She turns to look at him. Really look at him.
GRACE
You okay?
MING
Yeah.
GRACE
Should we go see your father
tomorrow?
MING
Yeah. In the morning.
She looks at him for a moment longer. She goes back to wiping
the counter. The dishwasher hums.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Ming preoccupied. Distant. Both getting ready for bed.
GRACE
Did you have a tough day today?
Pulling the covers up as she is sitting up against the
headboard.
GRACE (CONT’D)
You hardly said a word tonight at
dinner.
Ming sits on the edge of the bed. His back to her. Not
undressed yet. Still in his clothes from the day.
MING
I found something at the
restaurant. In my father’s office.
Grace looks up from her book. Takes her reading glasses off.
GRACE
What kind of something?
MING
He’s been lending money. For a long
time.
Grace goes still.
GRACE
What kind of lending?
MING
The kind that doesn’t go through a
bank.
Grace looks at the wall for a moment. Processing.
GRACE
What did you say?
She sets her book down. She looks at him.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Do you know what that probably
means? Unreported income. Tax
evasion. Those are reportable
events Ming.
MING
I know.
GRACE
Do you? Because I have a security
clearance application sitting on
the kitchen table with your name on
it. And you're telling me your
father has been running an
unlicensed lending operation out of
his restaurant.
MING
I don’t know that it’s—
GRACE
Ming. I'm a lawyer. You're a
lawyer. Don't tell me you don't
know what it is.
Silence.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Ming. Figure this out. And then fix
this.
She opens her book. Puts her glasses on. Stares at a page
without reading it. Ming reaches for the lamp.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Don’t.
He leaves it on. She keeps staring at her book. Ming lies
back. Eyes open in the light.
EXT. WOLLASTON BEACH, QUINCY, MA. - NIGHT
Ming walks. Warm summer evening. People jogging. Laughing.
The sun setting on the water. He walks down the seawall. Then
changes direction. Goes home.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - BEDROOM - NIGHT
The house dark. He undresses in the dark. Gets into bed.
Grace beside him. Still. In bed together. But alone.
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Final Moments
INT. BETH ISRAEL HOSPITAL, BOSTON, MA. - LOBBY - DAY
Ming bursts through the front doors of the hospital. He jabs
the elevator button. Waits. Paces. Jabs it again.
The elevator arrives. He presses 4. The doors close. He
checks his phone. No new messages. He shifts his weight. The
elevator rises. Not fast enough. Doors open on the 4th floor.
INT. BETH ISRAEL HOSPITAL, BOSTON, MA. - 4TH FLOOR HALLWAY -
CONTINUOUS
Ming looks both ways. Spots nurses station. Ming approaches.
MING
(breathing)
I'm looking for the doctor treating
my father. Chen. Room 412.
NURSE
He’s just down the hall. I’ll—
MING
I see him.
He moves quickly down the hall. The DOCTOR looks up from his
tablet.
MING (CONT’D)
Doctor— How’s my father?
DOCTOR
Let's go over here.
They move to a quiet waiting area. Ming turns to face him.
DOCTOR (CONT’D)
Your father had a stroke. I'm
afraid it was severe. There's
significant bleeding on the right
side of the brain.
The doctor looks at him steadily.
DOCTOR (CONT’D)
He's been stabilized. But the
damage is irreversible.
MING
Surgery?
DOCTOR
At his age, and given the location
of the hemorrhage, surgery isn't a
viable option. We’re focused on
keeping him stable and comfortable.
MING
What does that mean exactly?
DOCTOR
It means he isn't in immediate
distress.
Ming looks out the window. The street below.
MING
How long does he have?
DOCTOR
It's difficult to be precise.
Likely a few days. Perhaps a week
or two.
Ming absorbs this. His hand finds the window frame. He holds
it there.
MING
Nothing else? No other options?
DOCTOR
Our priority is his comfort. We've
started him on a morphine drip.
Ming nods once.
MING
Can I see him?
DOCTOR
Of course. He’s in 412. Right
through those doors.
MING
Thank you doctor.
INT. BETH ISRAEL HOSPITAL, BOSTON, MA. - HOSPITAL ROOM -
CONTINUOUS
Ming opens the door slowly. The room quiet. Flat grey light
of late morning. He approaches his father's bed. The father
propped up. An oxygen cannula in his nose. An IV taped to his
arm. A heart monitor displaying a steady green wave.
Ming pulls a chair to the bedside. The legs scrape against
the linoleum. He watches his father's chest rise and fall. He
reaches out. Rests his hand on the edge of the mattress near
his father's arm. He leans close to his father's ear.
MING
(in Cantonese, subtitled)
I love you Aa Baa… I’m here.
He stays there. Just listening to the rhythm of the machines.
His father's breathing. His eyes find an oversized envelope
near the bed. Marked Patient Belongings. He opens it. Inside
— a watch. Inexpensive. He takes it out. Turns it over in his
hands. Sets it on the blanket beside his father's arm for a
moment. Then puts it in his pocket.
He sits there. Head in his hands. Just for a moment. He
straightens. Composes himself. Looks at his father's face. He
places his lips on his father's forehead. Not a kiss. He
stands. Walks to the door. Pauses at the threshold. Hand on
the heavy wood. He doesn't look back. He exits.
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24 -
Grief and Avoidance
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - DAY
Ming seated at kitchen table. Still in his coat. Grace sits
across from him.
GRACE
I'm so sorry Ming.
No response. He looks at the table.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Is there anything I can do?
He looks up. Their eyes meet.
MING
Thank you.
She reaches across the table. Her hand near his. Not on it.
Near it.
GRACE
You haven’t talked about him.
MING
There’s too much to do.
She looks at him for a long moment.
GRACE
I’m here.
MING
Did you tell Bao Bei yet?
GRACE
No, I wanted to talk to you first.
MING
I'll tell her.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA - SUZIE’S BEDROOM -
CONTINUOUS
Still in his coat. Passes Suzie's room. Her door ajar. She's
at her desk with headphones on. Completely absorbed. He
pauses in the doorway. Looks at her. Then continues to his
bedroom.
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25 -
A Final Offering
INT. WING FOOK FUNERAL HOME, BOSTON, MA. - DAY
The room is full. Mourners in dark clothing. Spacious,
carpeted, softly lit. Ming, Grace and Suzie enter the parlor.
Seats filled with the grieving. Others standing. Employees
from the restaurant. Faces Ming recognizes and faces he
doesn't. Floral stands line the perimeter. White
chrysanthemums. Lilies. A scattering of yellow mums. Some
stand cards in Chinese characters. Others in English.
At the far end — a modest memorial altar. A framed photo of
the father. A dish of oranges and apples. A furnace to burn
joss paper. A single electric incense stick in a small
burner. To the right — the open casket. The father resting
peacefully in a simple dark suit.
Ming sees Qingbo seated. Her eyes moist. Their eyes meet. She
nods once. He nods back. Thirty years of shared history in
that exchange.
They approach the casket. Grace takes a breath. Each bow
three times.
GRACE
(whispering to Ming)
He looks so peaceful.
Ming looks at his father's face.
MING
(quietly)
He’d like this place. Wing Fook
sent business to the restaurant
over the years.
They move to reserved seats. Around them are people moving.
Paying respects.
A MAN approaches Ming. Late 50s. Local. Chinese-American. He
says something in Cantonese — quiet, inaudible, directed only
at Ming. Ming hears it. Nods. The man bows. Moves on. Grace
watched. She saw Ming nod.
Grace standing beside Suzie leans over.
GRACE
When the service is over, I already
placed a box of white envelopes for
you to hand out to mourners as they
leave. One to each person.
SUZIE
Why do we give white envelopes?
GRACE
White is the color of mourning.
It's how we show respect for Yeh
Yeh.
Suzie looking at her mother with curiosity.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Inside, there's a coin. You spend
it today— and you will bring good
luck forward. And there’s a piece
of candy to take the bitterness of
death from your mouth.
Suzie considers this. Nods once, seriously.
INT. WING FOOK FUNERAL HOME, BOSTON, MA. - CONTINUOUS
Ming and Grace already standing at the furnace Suzie
approaches after the last mourner has departed.
Ming steps forward first. A folded sheet of paper — gold ink,
the shape of currency. He places it in. Watches it catch.
Grace steps forward. Her own offering of a paper house,
carefully folded. She sets it in beside his.
Suzie is last. A small paper car, slightly crumpled from her
grip. She hesitates, then places it in.
The three of them stand there a moment. The flame small,
steady. Ming closes the door.
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26 -
Still in Mourning
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - NIGHT
It is late. Dim light over the sink. Ming at the table. Still
in his funeral clothes. Tie loosened. Grace enters. Also
still dressed. Removes her earrings. Sets them on the
counter.
GRACE
A lot of people came.
Ming nods. Doesn't look up. She opens the fridge.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Your father would have liked that.
MING
Yeah.
Pours water. She drinks. Sets the glass down.
GRACE
What time tomorrow?
MING
Ten.
GRACE
Thank you for taking me to see it
today. The site.
MING
I wanted you to see it before
tomorrow.
GRACE
(small smile)
Good feng shui.
Grace sets her glass down. Looks at Ming still in his funeral
clothes.
GRACE (CONT’D)
I’ll make sure Suzie's ready.
He nods again. She waits for him to speak. He doesn’t. She
picks up her earrings.
GRACE (CONT’D)
I’m going to bed.
MING
I’ll be up in a minute.
She leaves. He remains. Still in his funeral clothes. The
kitchen light hums softly. He doesn’t move.
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27 -
Graveside Ritual
EXT. MOUNT HOPE CEMETERY - MATTAPAN, MA. - DAY
Ming, Grace and Suzie already gathered graveside. Qingbo
nearby. A canopy tent. A brass urn of burning incense, smoke
rising in thin threads. The coffin positioned above the open
grave.
A monk chants quietly.
Ming lifts a small bundle of joss paper. Places it in the
urn. It catches.
MING
For your journey Aa Baa.
Mourners move forward, lighting incense, placing it in the
urn's sand bowl one by one.
The same man from the funeral parlor. Familiar. At a
respectful distance. Not in the family circle.
Qingbo sees him. Her posture changes almost imperceptibly.
Not alarm. Recognition. The particular stillness of a woman
who has been expecting this.
Ming follows her eyes. Finds the man briefly across the
gathered mourners.
The monk's blessing draws his attention back.
MONK
May his spirit find peace and his
descendants be protected.
The grounds crew moves. The family turns their backs as the
coffin lowers — a quiet, respectful movement. The casket
disappears into the earth.
Ming turns back. A single white chrysanthemum, tossed into
the grave. Grace follows, hers placed gently. More flowers
descend — a quiet flurry of white on polished wood.
QINGBO
(wiping a tear)
He rests well here… the water, the
hill… all in harmony.
The family bows together toward the grave.
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28 -
Unfinished Business
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - OFFICE - DAY
Ming at his father's desk. Not working. A knock at the door.
Before he can answer, Qingbo steps inside. She doesn't speak
immediately. She looks at Ming.
QINGBO
There’s someone here to see you.
MING
Who?
She holds his gaze for a moment. Then steps aside.
FONG enters. Late 60s. Compact. Unhurried. Dressed well but
not extravagantly.
He looks around the office. A small nod. Almost to himself.
His eyes find Ming.
FONG
(in Cantonese, warm,
familiar, subtitled)
Bou Bui.
Ming goes still. He's seen this face before. He can't place
where.
Fong doesn't wait to be invited. He sits down across from
Ming.
MING
You were at the funeral.
Fong looks at him. A small smile. Patient.
FONG
(in English now, easy,
unhurried)
Your father kept this exactly the
same.
He looks at the desk. The walls. The objects.
FONG (CONT’D)
Thirty years and he never moved
anything.
Ming watches him. Reading. Calibrating.
FONG (CONT’D)
You used to come after school. Sit
at the corner table. Do your
homework. Your father would bring
you something to eat.
Ming absorbs this.
FONG (CONT’D)
You always wore your Red Sox hat.
He was very proud of you.
Fong looks around the room one more time. Unhurried.
FONG (CONT’D)
This neighborhood.
He shakes his head slightly. Almost fond.
FONG (CONT’D)
It’s difficult now. For people. The
rents. The pressure. Everything
costs more than it did.
Ming waits.
FONG (CONT’D)
Your father understood that. Better
than anyone I knew.
He looks at the desk. At the drawer.
FONG (CONT’D)
He had a way of… making room. For
people who needed it.
He looks directly at Ming now.
FONG (CONT’D)
It would be a shame if he took that
understanding to his grave too.
Ming holds his gaze. Says nothing. Nods once. Almost
approvingly. He stands. Unhurried. Adjusts his jacket.
FONG (CONT’D)
Your father was a very careful man.
Careful with what he kept close.
He lets that sit.
FONG (CONT’D)
You look like him, you know. More
than you probably want to.
He stops. Turns back.
FONG (CONT’D)
The ledger. I need it by the 11th.
Ming says nothing.
FONG (CONT’D)
Your father understood
arrangements. I'm hoping you do
too.
He leaves. Qingbo appears in the doorway.
MING
Who is he?
QINGBO
An old associate of your father’s.
They had a falling-out.
She looks down at her hands for a moment.
QINGBO (CONT’D)
When your father and Fong split,
Fong took his borrowers. To him, it
stopped being only about the loans.
He made them pay even more just to
keep their businesses open.
Her voice drops slightly.
QINGBO (CONT’D)
Your father was able to put an end
to it. But now that he's gone…
She leaves for the dining room. He opens the drawer. Looks at
the ledger. Closes the drawer.
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29 -
Gentle Guidance
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - DINING ROOM - DAY
Lunch service winding down. The room still half-full. Carts
moving slower now. Conversations quieter.
Qingbo efficiently moves between tables.
Suzie sits at the corner table. Backpack on the floor beside
her chair. Workbook open. A small plate of almond cookies
beside it. Suzie traces a character. Studies it. Traces it
again. Completely absorbed.
She crosses the dining room. Reaches Suzie's table. Pulls out
the chair beside her.
SUZIE
(not looking up)
Ah Yi—is this character right?
QINGBO
(leaning in, studying the
workbook)
Almost. The third stroke goes this
way.
She takes the pen gently. Demonstrates.
SUZIE
Oh. I always do that wrong.
QINGBO
You’ll remember now.
She hands the pen back. She doesn't leave. She straightens
the plate of cookies slightly. Adjusts Suzie's collar with
one quiet hand. Suzie barely notices. Goes back to her
workbook. Qingbo remains.
QINGBO (CONT’D)
(quietly)
You’re doing well today.
SUZIE
(small smile, not looking
up)
Ah Yi. You always say that.
QINGBO
Because it’s true.
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30 -
Keeping People Standing
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - OFFICE - DAY
Ming at the office desk. Going through restaurant paperwork.
The lunar calendar on the wall — the 13th. Two days past what
he told Fong he needed.
He exhales. Sits back. A knock at the open door. Qingbo leans
in.
QINGBO
There's someone here to see you.
She says she has an appointment.
Ming looks up.
MING
I didn’t schedule anything.
QINGBO
She says your father scheduled it.
Before he passed.
Ming sets down his papers.
MING
Send her in.
PING (70’s) enters. Small. Immaculate.
Good coat, good shoes and carries a small purse. She looks at
the desk. At Ming. She sits without being invited.
PING
You look like him. Like your
father. Everyone knew his face.
MING
So I’m told.
She studies him. Nods once.
PING
Your father was a good man.
MING
Yes.
PING
He helped my husband. Many years
ago. When we first came. We needed—
She stops. Finds the right word.
PING (CONT’D)
A start.
MING
I understand.
PING
My husband passed. Eight months
ago.
MING
I’m sorry.
PING
He handled everything. For forty
years he handled everything. The
accounts. The taxes. All of it.
She looks at her hands.
PING (CONT’D)
I went to the bank. They were very
polite.
She looks back up at Ming.
PING (CONT’D)
They said I have no credit history.
As if I didn’t exist for forty
years. As if I was…
She stops.
PING (CONT’D)
The furnace died in February. I
managed. But the roof, the roofer
says it cannot wait another winter.
She looks at her purse. Then at the desk. Then at Ming.
PING (CONT’D)
Small things. But without…
Ming looks at her.
MING
Your husband, he came here?
PING
Many times. He never told me much.
Just that there was a man here who
was fair.
Ming looks at the drawer. Then opens it. Not the ledger
drawer. The other one.
MING
He was.
He places currency of larger denominations in a plain
envelope. Seals it. Sets it on the desk. He does not slide it
across. He sets it down. She looks at it. Then at him. She
picks up the envelope with both hands. Holds it for a moment.
PING
Your father used to say…
She stops. Reconsiders. Shakes her head slightly.
PING (CONT’D)
Never mind. You don't need to hear
an old woman talk about your
father.
MING
(quietly)
I do, actually.
She looks at him. Really looks at him.
PING
My husband used to come home and
say, the man at the restaurant told
me something today. The bank sees
your history. He sees your face.
Ming sits with that.
PING (CONT’D)
He said it more than once. I think
it meant something to him.
She opens her purse.
PING (CONT’D)
My husband told me once, he said
the man never spent any of it. Said
it wasn't his to spend. That it
belonged to the people who built it
with him. He was keeping it for
them.
She finds a handkerchief. Dabs her eye.
PING (CONT’D)
I don't think he ever figured out
how to give it back.
MING
My father said that?
PING
That's what my husband told me.
Many times.
Ping stands. Tucks the envelope into her purse. Closes it
with both hands. She moves to the door. She stops. Turns
back.
PING (CONT’D)
(in Cantonese, subtitled)
Thank you. Thank you very much.
She leaves. He opens his father's ledger. The familiar
columns of dates and amounts. He picks up his pen. Adds
today's date. Today's amount.
His handwriting in Simplified Chinese characters next to his
father's Traditional Chinese characters. Illegible by
comparison. He sits back.
MING
I used to think this was just a
restaurant.
In the doorway, Qingbo. She heard it.
QINGBO
I've watched your father doing this
for the community for over 30
years.
MING
He wasn’t running a business. He
was keeping people standing.
The smallest smile.
QINGBO
Mrs. Deng came by yesterday.
Another one, next week probably.
She returns to work.
Ming closes the ledger. His briefcase, still by the door. He
brings it to the desk. Opens it.
The disclosure forms. He pulls them out. Sets them beside the
closed ledger. He picks up a pen. Opens the packet.
His eyes find one line.
List any business interests, financial relationships, trusts,
loans, or informal financial arrangements not otherwise
disclosed.
He goes still. He closes the form. Slides it back into the
briefcase. Closes it.
EXT. WAH LUM CHINESE SCHOOL - CHINATOWN, BOSTON, MA. - DAY
The doors open. Kids spill out into the afternoon with their
backpacks and voices. Busy city street.
Suzie emerges in the middle of it all. Red Sox hat. Backpack.
She squints into the sun walking to the Golden Dragon
Restaurant.
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Few tables occupied. After lunch and before dinner. Suzie
drops her backpack at her usual corner table.
She pulls out her workbook. Qingbo appears from the kitchen
with a plate of almond cookies. Suzie reaches for a cookie
and begins work.
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31 -
Silent Restoration and a Veiled Warning
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - DINING ROOM - DAY
Early morning. Ming steps through the service entrance.
Stops.
The dining room is wrong. Not destroyed. Not vandalized. Just
moved. Tables shifted. Chairs stacked differently. The cart
against the wrong wall.
Nothing broken. Nothing taken. Just touched.
Ming takes out his phone. Works the room methodically. Corner
to corner. Every displaced table. Every turned chair. He
photographs all of it. He finishes. Lowers the phone. Looks
at the room. Nothing has changed.
He looks at the phone in his hand. The timing. He puts the
phone away.
The service entrance opens. Qingbo enters. She sees the room.
Then Ming's face. She doesn't ask. She already knows. They
look at each other across the displaced furniture. Neither
speaks.
Qingbo moves to the nearest table. Begins pushing it back.
Ming moves to the other side. Together and without
instruction, without discussion, they restore the room.
INT. KWONG WAH ASSOCIATION - TYLER STREET, CHINATOWN, BOSTON,
MA. - DAY
A back room. A table. Two chairs. Tea already poured. Fong is
already seated when Ming arrives. He doesn't stand. He
gestures to the chair across from him. He doesn't touch the
tea. A moment of silence.
MING
The restaurant is not for sale.
Fong listens. His expression doesn't change.
MING (CONT’D)
The ledger is not transferable.
Whatever arrangement you had with
my father ended with my father.
Fong picks up his tea. Sips. Sets it down.
MING (CONT’D)
Our prior conversation will not
change that.
Silence. Fong looks at Ming for a long moment.
FONG
Your father said something similar
to me once. Many years ago.
He looks at his tea.
FONG (CONT’D)
He was right too.
Takes a sip.
FONG (CONT’D)
For a while.
Ming holds his gaze. Then stands. Buttons his jacket. He
leaves. Fong remains at the table. He picks up his tea.
Drinks.
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32 -
The Friend
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - DINING ROOM - DAY
The kitchen quiet in the mid-afternoon. A few tables
occupied. Suzie pushes through the door.
Backpack over one shoulder. Red Sox hat. She drops her
backpack at her corner table. Looks toward the office.
Ming appears in the office doorway.
MING
Hey Bao Bei. How was school?
SUZIE
Good.
She pulls out her workbook. Then looks up at Ming.
SUZIE (CONT’D)
Your friend walked me here today.
Ming goes very still.
SUZIE (CONT’D)
We got ice cream. That place on
Beach Street. The one with the good
mango.
Ming’s eyes widen.
SUZIE (CONT’D)
He said to tell you he says hello.
Ming's hands find the back of the nearest chair.
MING
What did he look like?
SUZIE
(Opening her workbook, not
looking up)
Older… Like… Yeh Yeh’s age. He had
a nice jacket.
Ming's jaw tightens. Almost imperceptibly. Suzie traces a
character in her workbook. Satisfied with it.
SUZIE (CONT’D)
Baba… can you help me with this one
later… I keep getting the stroke
order messed-up.
MING
(voice completely even)
Yeah. Sure. Later.
SUZIE
Ah Yi showed me but I keep
forgetting.
Ming walks to the office.
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33 -
The Watcher in the Sun
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Ming closes the door. He stands behind it. His back against
it. His hand on the handle.
He doesn't move for a long time.
EXT. WAH LUM CHINESE SCHOOL - CHINATOWN, BOSTON, MA. - DAY
Ming stands outside, waiting. Other parents nearby, picking
up their own children. He checks his watch. Watches the door.
Suzie emerges. Sees him. Smiles.
SUZIE
You’re here.
MING
I’m here. What about an ice cream?
She nods. They walk together.
EXT. LUCKY MANGO - BEACH STREET, CHINATOWN, BOSTON, MA. -
CONTINUOUS
Suzie and Ming at the counter.
MING
You want mango?
SUZIE
(already knowing the
answer)
Obviously.
They settle into chairs with their cups. Mango ice cream.
Ming eating his ice cream. Suzie eating hers. Comfortable
silence.
Across the street. A dark sedan in a loading zone. Engine
off. No hazards. No driver returning. Behind the wheel. A
man. Asian. Black suit. Dark sunglasses. Not moving. Not on
his phone. Not looking at anything else on the street.
Looking directly at Ming and Suzie. The man doesn't look
away.
Suzie notices. She follows her father's eyes toward the car.
The man behind the wheel. She looks back at Ming. She goes
back to her ice cream.
Ming sits with the car in his peripheral vision. His cup in
his hand. The mango ice cream going soft in the afternoon
heat.
MING
You ready?
SUZIE
(one more spoonful)
Almost.
They walk the rest of the way to the restaurant. Ming doesn't
look back.
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34 -
The Unspoken Inquiry
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - OFFICE - DAY
Qingbo appears in the doorway. She doesn't knock. She looks
at Ming. Ming sets his pen down.
QINGBO
Two men came before we opened. This
morning.
MING
What did they want?
QINGBO
They showed federal identification.
They asked about your father. About
the restaurant. About how it
operated.
MING
What did you tell them?
QINGBO
The truth. That your father ran a
good restaurant for forty years.
She holds his gaze. He holds hers.
MING
Anything else?
QINGBO
They asked me if I know a man named
Fong.
MING
And?
QINGBO
I told them he was a former
business partner.
She turns. Goes back to the floor.
He picks up his phone. Opens his contacts. His thumb finds a
contact. PAUL. He doesn't press it.
He sets the phone face down on the desk.
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35 -
Biscuit Is Missing
EXT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - DRIVEWAY - DAY
Grace's car already in the driveway.
Ming pulls into the driveway. Cuts the engine. Remains
seated. Suzie comes out of the house into the driveway.
SUZIE
Baba. Biscuit’s gone!
He looks at her. She holds back tears.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - NIGHT
Sounds heard in the kitchen of Suzie moving through the house
calling out Biscuit’s name, then out the back door, then
around the side yard, then back inside.
Grace at the laptop. Ming prints them at the kitchen table,
trims them with scissors, writes the phone number clearly at
the bottom. He does this with complete attention.
GRACE
(not looking up from the
laptop)
Oh — the clearance office wants to
see me. Tomorrow.
MING
What for?
A small shrug.
GRACE
I don't know. I wonder what it's
about.
Ming says nothing. Something behind his eyes.
She hits print. The printer starts up.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - NIGHT
On the kitchen counter, a stack of handmade flyers. BISCUIT.
MISSING. A photo of a cocker spaniel. Warm brown. Floppy
ears. A phone number. Please call.
Grace stands at the kitchen window, looking out at the
backyard.
Through the window — Ming, alone, gripping the back fence.
Just holding it.
She watches him for a moment. Turns back.
Suzie sits at the kitchen table. Homework open in front of
her. She isn't doing it.
SUZIE
Mom. It's been two days. Is Biscuit
ever coming home?
GRACE
I've called the neighbors. The vet.
The animal shelter.
Grace sits beside her.
GRACE (CONT’D)
(carefully)
I think he got out. Dogs do that
sometimes. They follow a smell and
then they can't find their way
back.
SUZIE
He knows the neighborhood though.
GRACE
I know.
SUZIE
Baba said he’d come back.
Grace turns from the window.
GRACE
When did Baba say that?
SUZIE
This morning before school.
Grace looks at her daughter. Then back at the window.
GRACE
Then he’ll come back.
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36 -
The Creak in the Night
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Late. The house dark. Suzie at Madison's for a sleepover.
Ming and Grace in bed.
Outside, the wind is blowing off Quincy Bay. A foghorn
somewhere out on the water.
A loose branch scrapes somewhere outside. Once. Then again.
Grace's eyes open. She listens. Nothing.
Then— a faint CREAK somewhere in the house. Not loud.
GRACE
Ming.
He stirs.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Ming. Wake up. Did you hear that?
Ming is already moving.
He gets up. Moves to the bedroom door. Opens it.
The hallway. Dark.
He moves through the house. Methodical. The front door.
Locked. He checks it anyway. The back door. Locked. He checks
it anyway.
He goes to the kitchen window. Peers out into the dark
backyard.
His own reflection stares back at him. Nothing beyond it but
black.
Quincy Bay somewhere in the darkness.
He moves to the living room window. The street outside.
Nothing.
He goes back to the bedroom. Gets into bed.
MING
Wind. Nothing there.
Grace is on her back. Looking at the ceiling.
GRACE
I heard something.
MING
I know. There's nothing there.
Grace nods.
But she keeps listening.
Neither speaks. Neither sleeps immediately.
Grace looks at the ceiling. Ming looks at the ceiling.
Outside, the wind again. A foghorn somewhere on the bay.
They lie there.
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37 -
Biscuit's Return
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - DAY
Early morning light through the window. Ming at the kitchen
table. Coffee in front of him. He's been up for a while.
Grace enters. Still in her robe. She sees his face.
GRACE
You didn’t sleep.
MING
I slept.
She looks at him. She goes to the coffee maker. A sound from
outside. A scratch at the back door. Faint. They both hear
it. Grace crosses to the back door. Opens it.
Biscuit stands on the back step.
Warm brown. Floppy ears. Looking up at Grace.
GRACE
Oh…
She drops to her knees. Gathers him up.
GRACE (CONT’D)
(calling towards the
stairs)
Suzie, Suzie! Come down!
Footsteps on the stairs. Fast.
SUZIE
(appearing the doorway)
What?
She sees Biscuit. She crosses the kitchen in three steps.
Falls to the floor beside Grace. Throws her arms around the
dog.
SUZIE (CONT’D)
Biscuit. Where were you? Where did
you go?
Biscuit accepts the attention with complete calm. Tail
moving. Completely fine. Grace looks up at Ming over Suzie's
head.
SUZIE (CONT’D)
You scared us so much! Don't ever
do that again. I don't care what
smelled good out there.
GRACE
See? I told you he’d come back.
Ming nods. He crouches down. He takes Biscuit gently from
Suzie's arms. Holds him. Looks at him carefully. The dog's
collar. The fur. The paws.
Nothing. Suzie takes him immediately. Holds him. Then pulls
back slightly. Looks at the dog.
SUZIE
He smells different.
She carries him to the couch anyway. Ming stands. Goes to the
sink. Turns on the water. Stands there with his hands under
it.
GRACE
(warm, the relief of two
days released)
Ming… he’s home.
MING
(not turning)
Yeah.
GRACE
(moving to him, touching
his arm)
Hey. He’s okay. Look at him.
Ming looks at the sink. The water running over his hands.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Ming? You okay?
MING
Yeah.
He turns off the water. Reaches for the dish towel.
MING (CONT’D)
I’m glad he’s home.
Grace squeezes his arm. Smiles. Goes back to Suzie and
Biscuit on the couch. Ming stands at the sink. The dish towel
in his hands. He doesn't move for a long time.
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The Garage Encounter
INT. BAKER & STONE - SEAPORT BLVD. BOSTON, MA. - OFFICE - DAY
The office emptying. Colleagues gathering bags. Conversations
wrapping. Grace at her desk. Still working. A brief open in
front of her. A highlighter in her hand. She finishes a page.
Closes the brief. Caps the highlighter.
She looks through the window. The light is going. She gathers
her things. Her coat. Her bag. Her phone. She turns off her
desk lamp.
INT. BAKER & STONE - SEAPORT BLVD. BOSTON, MA. - GARAGE -
CONTINUOUS
The garage in the early evening register. Fluorescent lights
humming, most spaces empty now.
Grace's footsteps on the concrete. Measured. Purposeful.
She reaches her car. Reaches into her bag for her keys. Her
hand finds them.
A figure steps out of the shadow beside the adjacent car.
Close. Grace startles.
A sharp involuntary intake of breath. Her hand goes to her
chest. She steps back.
The figure raises both hands. Slightly. Slowly. A gesture of
peace.
Fong stands in the fluorescent light.
Well dressed. His hands still raised just enough. Almost
apologetic for the startle.
Grace breathes. Forces herself back to composure.
She looks at him.
FONG
I apologize. I didn’t mean to
frighten you.
His voice is even. Unhurried.
GRACE
Who are you?
FONG
My name is Fong. I knew your father-
in-law. For many years.
GRACE
What do you want?
FONG
Just a moment of your time. I
thought it better to speak with you
directly.
He lowers his hands. Completely at ease.
GRACE
I don’t know you.
FONG
No. But I know your husband. And I
knew his father before him. Thirty
years.
He looks at her steadily.
FONG (CONT’D)
Your husband has inherited
something that his father
understood very well. I think you
must know that by now.
Grace says nothing. Her keys still in her hand.
FONG (CONT’D)
If your husband makes the wrong
choice, there are people who would
lose everything. Some of them more
than that.
He reaches into his jacket. Grace tenses. Barely visible.
FONG (CONT’D)
I’m not here to threaten you Mrs.
Chen.
He produces the envelope. White. A single crane rendered on
its face in the style of a woodblock print.
Grace looks at it. The same white envelope from the wake. The
crane. She takes it anyway.
She opens it. A business card. Plain. A name. A number.
FONG (CONT’D)
In case you have any questions.
He steps back. One step. Then another. Back toward the
shadow.
FONG (CONT’D)
Good evening Mrs. Chen.
He stops. Turns back.
FONG (CONT’D)
I'm glad Biscuit made it home
safely.
He's gone.
Grace stands beside her car.
The fluorescent lights humming overhead.
The garage empty around her.
She looks at the card in her hand.
She gets in her car. Closes the door.
She opens her phone.
Her hands tremble.
She has to put it down.
She looks at where Fong was standing.
Just concrete and shadow and an empty parking space.
She picks the phone up again.
Sets it back down.
Hands on the wheel.
Engine off.
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39 -
The Crane Envelope
EXT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - BACKYARD - DAY
Grace alone in the backyard. Still in her work clothes. Her
coat over her arm.
She stands at the back fence. The sun going down over the
water.
Nothing in her hands except her coat.
She stands there until she regains composure.
Then she turns. And goes inside.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Grace picks up her phone. Opens her contacts. Scrolls to a
name. RACHEL.
She scrolls past it. Scrolls back up to it. Looks at it.
She doesn't call. She sets the phone face down on the
counter. Looks out toward the water.
A few minutes later, the sound of the front door. Ming and
Suzie home.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - NIGHT
Dishwasher humming. Ming at the kitchen table. His hands
around a mug of tea that has gone cold. He hasn't moved in a
while.
Grace enters from the hallway. Still in her work clothes. She
stops when she sees him. She reaches into her bag. She sets
the white envelope on the table between them. The crane looks
up from the table.
Ming looks at it. He doesn't touch it.
GRACE
(sitting down across from
him)
I need to tell you something.
He looks at her. Waiting.
GRACE (CONT’D)
I was leaving work tonight. The
garage was mostly empty. A man
stepped out of the shadow beside my
car.
Ming goes very still.
GRACE (CONT’D)
His name was Fong. He said he knew
your father. For many years.
She slides the envelope an inch closer to him.
GRACE (CONT’D)
He gave me that envelope. In case I
have questions. Then he was gone.
She looks at Ming directly.
GRACE (CONT’D)
I sat in my car for a long time
after. I didn't trust my hands to
move.
She looks at the white envelope on the table.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Tell me this isn't what I think it
is.
Ming picks up the envelope. Looks at it. He looks at Grace.
MING
I need to tell you something too.
He sets the envelope down. Looks at his hands on the table.
MING (CONT’D)
There's more than the ledger.
Someone came into the restaurant
while it was closed. Went through
the dining room. Nothing broken.
Nothing taken. Just moved. Tables.
Chairs. Like they wanted me to know
they'd been there.
Grace absorbs this. Her expression doesn't change
dramatically.
MING (CONT’D)
And two federal agents came by.
Asking questions about the
restaurant. About how it operated.
Her hands on the table.
GRACE
How deep does this go Ming? Do you
know of anything else?
The question hangs there. Ming looks at her. At the table. At
everything between them.
He opens his mouth. Closes it.
MING
No.
She knows there is more. She doesn't push. Not yet.
GRACE
I have to tell my boss in the
morning.
Ming goes still.
MING
No.
GRACE
Ming—
MING
Not yet. Give me a little more
time. If you report it now
everything surfaces simultaneously.
The ledger. The borrowers. All of
it.
Grace studies him. Her jaw tightens.
GRACE
You're asking me to sit on a
reportable contact.
MING
I’m asking you to give me time to
find another way out of this.
Grace looks at the envelope.
GRACE
Is there any way out of this?
He doesn't answer.
She looks at the white envelope. She picks up her phone. Sets
it back down. She picks up the envelope. She looks at it for
a long moment. Then sets it on the table between them.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Don’t wait too long Ming.
Ming remains at the table. The kitchen light hums. The clock
ticks.
She listens for a moment. Then moves to the living room
doorway.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - LIVING ROOM DOORWAY -
CONTINUOUS
The sound of Suzie at the piano. Not the piece she's supposed
to be practicing. Something unfamiliar.
SUZIE
(still playing)
Mother. Do you like this one? I've
been learning it on my own.
GRACE
That’s not what you’re supposed to
be practicing.
Suzie stops playing.
SUZIE
But do you like it?
Grace looks at Suzie. The piano stand with no sheet music.
GRACE
Did you hear what I said?
SUZIE
(almost under her breath)
Yes mother.
She opens her practice book. Finds her page. Sets it on the
piano stand. Begins the assigned piece. Grace stands in the
doorway for a moment longer. Then goes back to the kitchen.
Ming is at the kitchen table. He heard all of it.
Neither speaks.
The sound of Suzie's practice piece from the living room.
Correct. Mechanical. Joyless. Grace goes to bed.
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A Morning Discovery
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - BEDROOM - DAY
Mid morning light through the curtains. Soft. Grace's eyes
open. She lies still for a moment. Looking at the ceiling.
She turns her head. The digital clock on the nightstand.
9:05 AM.
She looks at it. No urgency. Ming's side of the bed empty.
Already made. Grace sits up slowly. Places her feet on the
floor. Sits there for a moment.
She stands. Reaches for her robe on the chair beside the bed.
Wraps it around her. Ties it loosely. She goes downstairs.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
The dishwasher from last night finished.
A note on the counter. Ming's handwriting.
Didn't want to wake you. Took Suzie to the restaurant. Enjoy
your day! ❤ — M
Grace picks it up. Reads it. A small smile. She sets it back
down. She goes to the coffee maker. The pot still warm. She
pours herself a cup. Wraps both hands around it.
She moves to the kitchen window. She stands there. Just
looking.
She checks her phone. Sets it back down. She picks up her
coffee. Turns. Goes back upstairs. Each step slow.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Grace sets her coffee cup on the nightstand. She goes to the
bathroom. The door closes softly behind her.
The sound of the shower beginning. Water finding its
temperature. Steam beginning to curl under the door.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
The shower off. Silence. Then the bathroom door opens. Grace
emerges. Towel around her. Hair damp.
She picks up her coffee cup from the nightstand. Takes a sip.
Still warm. She sets it down.
Grace goes to her dresser. Opens the top drawer.
Goes to reach in.
She freezes.
Left side — bras. Folded. Stacked dark to light.
Right side — socks. Paired. Lined in a row.
Center — her panties. Folded wrong. Stacked wrong.
Touched.
Grace pulls her hand back as if burned.
She looks at the drawer.
Close enough to know how she lives.
Grace doesn't move. She lifts one displaced pair of panties.
An envelope beneath it. The crane rendered on its face in the
style of a woodblock print.
Centered. Squared to the edges of the drawer
Grace pauses. Doesn't touch it immediately. She stares at it.
Her hand hovering.
Something crosses her face. There and gone.
She picks up the envelope. Her hand trembles slightly. She
sets it on top of the dresser. The crane facing up. She moves
quickly down the hall.
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The Duplicate Cards
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - SUZIE’S BEDROOM -
CONTINUOUS
Grace opens the door.
Empty. Bed made. Backpack gone. Suzie already left for school
with Ming.
She stands in the doorway.
Biscuit on the bed. He looks at Grace.
She stands there for a moment.
Then she returns to her bedroom.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Grace crosses back to the dresser. Picks up the envelope. She
opens it. Inside, a business card. Plain. A name. A number.
She removes from her purse the prior envelope she received in
the garage. The same name. The same number. She has two in
her hands.
Grace doesn't move for a moment. Then, a sharp breath.
She sits down on the edge of the bed. Still in her towel.
Hair still damp.
The envelopes in her hand.
She reaches for her coffee cup. Both hands around it. Her
hands tremble slightly.
She sits there for a long time.
Then she stands.
She sets the envelopes on the dresser. The cranes facing up.
She gets dressed.
She smooths her jacket. Then smooths it again.
She picks up the envelopes. Puts them in her bag.
She goes downstairs.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
She picks up her car keys from the counter. She sees Ming's
note still on the counter.
Enjoy your day! ❤ — M
She looks at it for a moment. Then she picks up her bag. She
walks out.
The front door closes behind her.
Ming's note on the counter. The coffee cup on the drying
rack. The cereal bowl beside it.
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42 -
Morning Resolve
INT. BAKER & STONE - SEAPORT BLVD. BOSTON, MA. - GARAGE - DAY
Grace pulls into her space. She turns off the engine. Her
hands on the wheel. The fluorescent hum overhead.
She looks at the space beside her car. Then she picks up her
bag. Gets out. Goes to the elevator.
INT. BAKER & STONE - SEAPORT BLVD. BOSTON, MA. - ELEVATOR -
CONTINUOUS
Grace alone in the elevator. Her reflection in the polished
doors. She smooths her jacket. The doors open.
INT. BAKER & STONE - SEAPORT BLVD. BOSTON, MA. - OFFICE -
CONTINUOUS
Grace sets her bag down. Goes to the window.
The water carrying the morning light.
She turns away from the window. Sits at her desk. She opens
her bag. Takes out the white envelopes. Sets them on the desk
in front of her. She looks at them for a long moment.
She straightens a pen on her desk. Moves a file. Picks up her
phone. Sets it back down.
She stands.
She smooths her jacket again. The same gesture. Grace
composing herself. She picks up the white envelope. Puts it
back in her bag. She walks out of her office.
INT. BAKER & STONE - SEAPORT BLVD. BOSTON, MA. - HALLWAY -
CONTINUOUS
Grace walking. Unhurried. Deliberate. The hallway is quiet.
Early. Most offices still dark.
She reaches her managing partner's door. She pauses. One
breath. She knocks.
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43 -
A Career Derailed
INT. BAKER & STONE - SEAPORT BLVD. BOSTON, MA. - MANAGING
PARTNER’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
The MANAGING PARTNER looks up from his desk.
Grace opens her mouth—
MANAGING PARTNER
Grace, I’m glad you’re here.
She stops.
Something in his voice. Something in his face.
MANAGING PARTNER (CONT’D)
Please sit down.
Seated. Her bag in her lap. The white envelope inside it.
MANAGING PARTNER (CONT’D)
Grace. I'm not going to beat around
the bush.
Something shifts in Grace's face. Barely visible.
MANAGING PARTNER (CONT’D)
The clearance review and background
check has flagged some concerns.
Until they’re resolved, the firm is
placing you on administrative
leave, effective immediately.
You're being removed from the NSA
engagement.
The managing partner looks at his desk. Then at Grace.
GRACE
Until it’s resolved.
MANAGING PARTNER
That’s right.
GRACE
And the partnership?
He hesitates.
MANAGING PARTNER
The partnership discussion is over.
He sets his pen down. Precisely. The cap aligned with the
barrel.
MANAGING PARTNER (CONT’D)
Grace. This is not what any of us
expected or wanted, but it's
protocol.
Grace completely still. No words.
MANAGING PARTNER (CONT’D)
You can collect your coat and your
purse. Security will escort you to
the lobby. Your belongings will be
forwarded to your home.
Grace looks at him. Her face frozen.
GRACE
I see.
She stands. Picks up her bag.
MANAGING PARTNER
Grace…
She turns. She looks at him.
MANAGING PARTNER (CONT’D)
I’m sorry.
Grace looks at him. She nods once. She leaves.
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44 -
The Weight of Silence
INT. BAKER & STONE - SEAPORT BLVD. BOSTON, MA. - HALLWAY -
CONTINUOUS
A SECURITY OFFICER waiting outside the door.
Grace walks beside him. Her bag over her shoulder. Her coat
over her arm.
She doesn't look at the offices she passes.
She doesn't look at any of it. The elevator opens. She gets
in. The doors close.
INT. BAKER & STONE - SEAPORT BLVD. BOSTON, MA. - LOBBY -
CONTINUOUS
The elevator opens. Grace walks through the lobby. The
security officer stops at the elevator.
She walks alone through the lobby. Past the reception desk.
Past the building directory. Past the revolving door.
Out into the street. Boston morning. People moving. Cars.
Grace stands on the sidewalk for a moment. Then she moves
toward the parking garage elevator.
INT. BAKER & STONE - SEAPORT BLVD. BOSTON, MA. - GARAGE -
CONTINUOUS
Grace exits the elevator, locates her car, opens the door and
gets in. Closes the door. Hands on the wheel. Engine off.
She opens her bag. Takes out the white envelopes. She almost
laughs. Not from humor. She puts the envelopes back in her
bag.
She stares at the car parked ahead of her in the parking
structure. She starts the engine. Drives home.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - FRONT HALLWAY - DAY
The front door opens. Grace enters. Coat on. Purse at her
side. Nothing else.
She closes the door behind her. She stands in the hallway for
a moment. Just stands there.
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45 -
Fractured Trust
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Ming at the kitchen table. Coffee in front of him. The
morning paper open but unread. He looks up.
MING
(casually)
Hey… what are you doing home
already?
Grace walks into the kitchen. She sets her purse on the
counter. Coat still on. Ming looks at her face.
MING (CONT’D)
Grace.
She looks at the table. She looks at Ming.
GRACE
What am I doing home already? I was
placed on administrative leave.
A beat.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Which is a polite way of saying I
have no idea if I still have a
career.
She pulls out the chair across from him.
GRACE (CONT’D)
I walked into Richard's office. I
was going to tell him everything.
He told me to sit down. Said the
background check had flagged
something. Administrative leave,
effective immediately. And that the
partnership discussion was over.
She looks at her hands on the table.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Security walked me to the lobby. My
things will be delivered here.
Apparently.
Ming says nothing.
GRACE (CONT’D)
And that’s not all.
Grace looks at Ming now. Directly.
GRACE (CONT’D)
They were in our bedroom. They went
through my things. They left his
card in my drawer while I was
giving you time.
MING
I should have…
Her voice rises, not a shout, but sharp.
GRACE
What Ming? What should you have
done?
He doesn't answer. Grace looks at the table. Just for a
moment. Then back at Ming.
GRACE (CONT’D)
I lost the partnership. I lost the
NSA work. I lost everything I came
to Boston for. Because of that
ledger. Because of what you
inherited and couldn't—
She stops. Recalibrates her tone.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Is there anything else? Is there
anything else I don’t know?
Ming looks at her. He opens his mouth. Closes it.
MING
One of his men walked Suzie from
school. Five days ago. Took her for
ice cream. Walked her to the
restaurant door. She didn't know
anything was wrong.
Grace goes completely still.
GRACE
What did you just say?
The silence in the kitchen is absolute.
GRACE (CONT’D)
I lost the partnership. And a man
walked our daughter from school and
you sat across from me at this
table and you said nothing.
Grace looks at Ming.
GRACE (CONT’D)
(barely above a whisper)
Five days?
MING
Grace…
GRACE
Five days Ming. Five days you let
me walk around this house not
knowing that a stranger touched our
daughter.
Ming says nothing. Doesn't move.
GRACE (CONT’D)
How can you just sit there like
that after all that you put us
through?
MING
I was—
She stops. Something shifts. Sharper. Clearer.
GRACE
Don’t tell me what you were trying
to do.
Her voice is different now.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Since we've been in Boston, you've
been so busy trying to please your
father you forgot how to be my
husband.
Ming says nothing.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Who are you Ming? I don’t even know
who you are anymore.
Silence. She stands. Pushes the chair back.
Ming remains seated. Grace picks up her purse. She looks at
Ming one more time.
GRACE (CONT’D)
I’m taking Suzie home. School
starts September sixth.
The anger visible in her face.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Ming. Get a criminal defense
attorney. A good one. Someone who
does federal work. Not connected to
my firm.
She looks at him.
GRACE (CONT’D)
You’re going to need it.
She picks up her bag. She walks to the hallway.
MING
Grace.
She stops. Doesn't turn around. Then continues walking down
the hallway.
The sound of the bedroom door closing. A moment of silence.
Then the sound of a suitcase being pulled from the closet.
The sound of the zipper on her travel bag.
Ming remains at the kitchen table.
The zipper sounds continue down the hall. He doesn't follow.
He doesn't speak.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - NIGHT
The house quiet. Lights on in different rooms.
Grace taps her phone. A confirmation screen flashes. She
lowers it.
GRACE
I've booked us a flight for the
morning. School starts September
6th.
Ming doesn’t answer.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
Grace packs. Passports checked. A toiletry pouch zipped. The
tote set by the door.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - SUZIE'S BEDROOM -
CONTINUOUS
Headphones half-on, half-off, Suzie finishes her homework.
Biscuit on the bed, watching.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Ming switches off a lamp. The room goes dark.
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A Father's Long Goodbye
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - DAY
The kettle rumbles. Early light through the window. Suitcases
already by the front door.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - SUZIE’S BEDROOM -
CONTINUOUS
Suzie, dressed, pulls a suitcase from the closet. Heavier
than she expects. Lays it flat. Unzips it.
Biscuit on the bed, watching her pack.
GRACE (O.S.)
Suzie, don't forget your charger.
Her mother appears at the door, already holding her own bag.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Just take what you need for the
week. We'll get the rest later.
Suzie holds her mother's gaze. Then looks to her father in
the doorway. He doesn't move. She turns back. Begins packing.
Methodical.
Outside, an engine idles.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Ming moves to the living room. He stands there.
Through the front window, a car at the curb. It waits.
Ming watches Suzie from the doorway. He does not help. Ming
and Suzie meet at the front door. She’s dressed casual for
travel and wearing her Cubs hat.
Suzie steps forward and hugs her father. He sees the hat.
A normal hug. He holds on half a beat too long. She pulls
back first. A fraction of space opens between them.
She looks up at him. Opens her mouth. Almost says something
else. Decides against it.
SUZIE
Die Di.
He nods, barely. She looks up at him.
MING
(softly, instinctive)
Bao Bei.
She pauses. Just enough to hear it. She doesn’t answer. She
turns and walks out the door. She does not look back.
Ming is standing at the door. He remains in the doorway.
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Departure and Remembrance
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - FRONT HALLWAY -
CONTINUOUS
Grace stands near the door, coat on. Keys in her hand. Bag at
her feet.
Ming stands a few steps away. They face each other. They do
not touch.
She looks at him. Steady and composed.
GRACE
You did what you had to do.
He absorbs that. Nods once.
MING
So did you.
That’s it.
She picks up her bag.
She opens the door. She steps out. The door closes softly
behind her.
He remains where he is. The car pulls away.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - MORNING
The kettle. The single mug. The counter.
Ming stands at the window with his coffee.
Ming turns. Sees Suzie's Red Sox hat on the kitchen counter.
He picks it up. Turns it over once in his hands.
He carries it upstairs.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - SUZIE’S BEDROOM -
CONTINUOUS
Empty. Made bed. On the dresser, the autographed baseball,
the vial of Fenway dirt.
Ming sets the hat down beside them.
He stands there a moment.
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The Secret Ledger
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - DINING ROOM - DAY
The restaurant is open. Ming enters.
Qingbo is at the host stand, organizing menus. She sees him.
Something in his face. She nods once. Goes back to work.
Lunch service. Steam rises from the kitchen. Orders are
called. Plates move. Dim sum carts are pushed. Customers eat.
Talk. Laughter in hushed tones.
Ming moves through it. Adjusts a stack of plates. A cook nods
at him. He nods back.
He reaches the office door. Stops. His hand on the frame. He
goes in. Closes the door.
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Ming at the desk. Phone already to his ear. Mid-conversation.
MING
—it's not registered anywhere. No
license. No paper trail beyond what
my father kept himself.
A pause.
MING (CONT’D)
A ledger. Handwritten. Decades of
entries.
He listens. Nods slowly.
MING (CONT’D)
And what happens to the people in
it? The ones who borrowed?
A pause.
MING (CONT’D)
I'll send them as soon as we hang
up.
A beat.
MING (CONT’D)
I’ll be there.
The call ends.
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A Warning from Wang
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - OFFICE - DAY
Ming at his father's desk.
A knock. QINGBO leans in.
QINGBO
There's someone here to see you. He
knew your father.
She steps aside. WANG, 70s, enters. Careful steps. A man who
has dressed for this visit — his good jacket, though it's
seen better years.
WANG
My name is Wang. I am sorry about
your father.
MING
Nice to meet you. Please sit down.
Wang sits. Doesn’t rush.
WANG
I knew him thirty years. Maybe
more. Since he opened this
restaurant.
A beat.
WANG (CONT’D)
I’ve known Fong that long too.
Ming goes still.
WANG (CONT’D)
Your father and Fong were running
it together for a while.
Wang looks down at his hands for a moment.
WANG (CONT’D)
Early on, Fong came to me. Started
using my restaurant. First, he
wanted me to pay him every month.
He called it protection money. I
resisted at first.
Wang is quiet for a moment.
WANG (CONT’D)
Later, he used me to run his money
through my books. I didn't
understand what it was at first.
But I couldn't say no.
Quieter now.
WANG (CONT’D)
Then your father and Fong split. I
don't know what happened between
them. But then it stopped. Your
father is gone now, and now Fong is
back.
Ming looks at him. Waits.
WANG (CONT’D)
I don't know what you can do. But I
thought you should know.
He stands. Slowly. Adjusts his jacket, the way a man does
when he's said something that cost him.
WANG (CONT’D)
Your father was a good man, Bou
Bui.
He leaves. He picks up the phone.
He opens his contacts. Scrolls. Stops on a name: DOYLE.
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The Decision to Cooperate
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - DAY
Ming comes downstairs. His phone on the counter. He picks it
up. Opens his contacts. Finds Grace's name. His thumb hovers.
He sets the phone down.
His phone buzzes. He picks the phone back up.
A text. No name displayed.
Saturday. Ten o'clock. Golden Dragon. The ledger.
Four fragments.
Ming sets the phone down.
EXT. TYLER STREET - CHINATOWN, BOSTON, MA. - DAY
Ming walks.
Chinatown. Deliveries. A produce cart. Two men arguing
pleasantly in Cantonese. He turns a corner. Pushes open a
door.
INT. LEATHER DISTRICT, BOSTON, MA. - COFFEE SHOP - CONTINUOUS
Small. A few tables. A man, ATTORNEY DOYLE late fifties.
Former Assistant U.S. Attorney. Twenty years of federal
criminal defense. A yellow legal pad. A pen. A coffee he
hasn't touched.
Ming sits down across from him. They shake hands. Brief.
Professional.
DOYLE
I looked at what you sent me. It's
in Chinese so I couldn't read most
of it. But if it is what you think
it is, we have a real problem.
He glances down at the legal pad. Then back at Ming.
DOYLE (CONT’D)
You understand the exposure here.
MING
I think so.
DOYLE
Unlicensed lending. Laundering of
monetary instruments under 18
U.S.C. Section 1956. Tax evasion
going back potentially thirty
years. And you've been operating
the system yourself since July.
Ming absorbs this without flinching.
DOYLE (CONT’D)
The window for voluntary disclosure
is not closed. But it's closing.
Doyle picks up his pen. Sets it down.
MING
I received this text this morning.
He slides his phone across the table. Doyle looks at it.
Saturday. Ten o'clock. Golden Dragon. The ledger.
Doyle reads it. Sets the phone down. Picks up his pen.
DOYLE
That’s three days.
MING
I know.
Doyle writes something on the legal pad. Turns it so Ming can
read it.
MING (CONT’D)
About the man I told you about on
the phone. Wang.
Doyle stops writing. Looks up.
DOYLE
Does this man understand what he
just admitted to you?
MING
I don't think he was thinking about
that.
DOYLE
Do you think he would say it again?
To federal agents?
MING
I don’t know. Maybe. If he thought
it would end this.
A beat.
MING (CONT’D)
If I come to them first. What does
that look like?
Doyle studies him for a moment.
DOYLE
It looks like cooperation. Full
disclosure. Everything you know
about the operation. The borrowers.
The transactions. The man who sent
you that text and his organization.
Ming looks at the table.
DOYLE (CONT’D)
Without cooperation— you're looking
at five to ten on each count. And
in a case like this, they don't
charge you once. Every transaction
becomes its own count. If your
father's ledger has even a handful
of entries that don't hold up,
that's a handful of separate
counts, stacked one on top of the
other. You understand how that adds
up.
Ming with his elbow on the table, rests his head on his hand.
DOYLE (CONT’D)
In exchange for cooperation the
government typically considers a
reduced charge structure.
MING
My license.
Doyle doesn’t look away.
DOYLE
Gone. That's disbarment.
Ming absorbs it. He looks at the table for a moment. At the
coffee in front of him.
MING
What about my father's borrowers.
The community loans.
DOYLE
That depends on how the prosecutors
frame the case. Your cooperation
gives you leverage on that framing.
Ming nods. He picks up his coffee. Drinks.
DOYLE (CONT’D)
I need to know right now. Are you
doing this?
Ming sets the cup down.
MING
Set up the meeting.
Doyle writes on the legal pad. Doesn't look up.
DOYLE
I'll need everything. Ledger scans.
The text. Your account of every
transaction you personally
conducted.
MING
You’ll have it tonight.
Doyle tears the page from the legal pad. Slides it across.
DOYLE
That's my cell phone. Call me when
you're done at the restaurant
tonight.
Ming looks at the number. Folds it. Puts it in his pocket. He
stands. Takes out his wallet.
DOYLE (CONT’D)
I’ve got this.
Ming puts his wallet away. Nods once. He walks out.
EXT. TYLER STREET - CHINATOWN, BOSTON, MA. - CONTINUOUS
Ming on the street. Chinatown moving around him. He walks
back toward the restaurant.
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51 -
The Ledger Scanned
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - OFFICE - NIGHT
The restaurant is dark. Chairs up.
Through the office window, distant voices. Sounds of a
delivery truck.
At his father's desk. He doesn't move for a moment.
Then he opens the drawer. Takes out the ledger. Sets it on
the desk under the lamp.
He opens his phone. Finds the camera app. Just a breath. Then
he begins.
Page by page. The faint click of the camera. His father's
Traditional Chinese calligraphy filling the phone screen.
He stops.
He looks at the multifunction printer in the corner of the
office. Under the box of take-out menus.
He crosses to it. Opens the ledger to the first page. Places
it face down on the scanner glass. Closes the lid.
But first— he picks up his phone. Opens his contacts.
He presses Grace’s contact name. It rings twice.
GRACE (V.O.)
Ming?
MING
Grace. I need you to look at
something for me… Professionally.
Not as my wife.
A long pause on the line.
GRACE (V.O.)
What kind of something?
MING
My father's ledger. All of it. I'm
going to scan every page and send
it to you tonight.
Another pause.
MING (CONT’D)
Grace. I think there's more in it
than community loans. I need your
eyes on it. Your forensic
accounting eyes. Not mine.
A long beat.
GRACE (V.O.)
Ming…
Another long beat.
MING
Grace. I really need your help on
this one.
Silence on the line.
GRACE (V.O.)
(a breath)
Send everything. Nothing held back
this time.
MING
Grace… thank you. I owe you one.
The call ends. Ming sets the phone down.
He presses the scan button. The scanner hums. The light
moving slowly beneath the page.
He lifts the lid. Turns to the next page. Places it down.
Closes the lid again.
Page by page. Methodical. The scanner captures each one, flat
and complete.
142 pages.
The scanned files accumulating on his laptop. He divides them
into three PDF files, the ledger too large to send as one
attachment.
He sends the first file to Grace. Then the second. Then the
third.
He copies Doyle on all three. He watches the send
confirmations.
Then he closes the laptop.
Sits there a moment. Then gets up.
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52 -
The Late Night Ledger
INT. HOME OLD TOWN, CHICAGO, IL. - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Grace in the doorway. Her eyes find the dresser.
The book on the dresser where she last left it in June when
she said she wouldn't need it.
The textbook. 古文入門. Classical Chinese Primer. Chinese
University of Hong Kong Press.
She crosses to the dresser. Picks it up. Holds it for a
moment.
She takes it with her.
INT. HOME OLD TOWN, CHICAGO, IL. - DINING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The table cleared except for Grace's work.
A desk lamp — especially for this project — on. Everything
else dim.
Grace at the dining room table.
The laptop connected to a docking station. Two standalone
monitors angled for working.
Left monitor — Excel. The spreadsheet already built from the
AI extraction. Columns of figures. Dates. Amounts. 30 years
of structured data.
Right monitor — the PDF scans of the ledger. Her father-in-
law's Traditional Chinese calligraphy enlarged. Column after
column of Traditional Chinese characters. Dates. Numbers.
Margin notations visible at full resolution.
A full size keyboard plugged into the docking station. The 10-
key built in.
古文入門 open on the table between the monitors.
Beside it — Forensic Accounting and Fraud Examination by
Kranacher and Riley. Bristling with Post-it notes.
The Fraud Examiners Manual heavily tabbed and open to a
section on transaction analysis.
Financial Statement Fraud Casebook at the edge of the table.
Sticky notes sticking out from three different sections.
Her yellow legal pad. A pen uncapped beside it.
A cup of coffee. Still steaming.
And on the shelf behind her, the family photograph. Ming and
Grace and Suzie. Chicago. Before Boston. Before any of it.
Grace settles into her chair. Pulls the keyboard closer.
She begins.
Footsteps on the stairs.
Suzie appears in the doorway. Biscuit at her feet. Pajamas.
Hair down. Rubbing one eye. She looks at the table. The
books. The monitors. The lamp.
SUZIE
Still working?
GRACE
(not looking up)
Almost done for tonight.
Suzie leans against the doorframe.
SUZIE
Is it for Baba?
GRACE
(still not looking up)
Mm.
Suzie looks at the family photograph on the shelf. Then back
at Grace.
SUZIE
How’s Baba? I miss him.
Grace looks up at Suzie.
GRACE
So do I sweetheart. He's fine.
She holds Suzie's gaze for a moment.
GRACE (CONT’D)
You better get ready for bed. It’s
getting late.
SUZIE
Okay mom.
She pushes off the doorframe. Then stops.
SUZIE (CONT’D)
I love you.
GRACE
Me too baby. Good night.
Suzie disappears down the hall. Biscuit follows. Their
footsteps on the stairs. Then silence.
Grace watches the empty doorway for a moment.
She turns back to the screens.
The right monitor fills with her father-in-law's calligraphy.
Column after column of Traditional Chinese characters. She
studies the enlarged scan.
She reaches for 古文入門. Finds a reference page. Compares a
character on the right monitor to the characters in the book.
She frowns. Not quite matching.
She writes something on the yellow legal pad. A character.
Studies it. Writes it again.
She goes back to the right monitor. Enlarges a different
section of the scan.
Something in the margin. A notation. Smaller than the
surrounding characters. Different hand pressure.
Grace leans in.
She reaches for the Forensic Accounting and Fraud Examination
textbook. Finds a page. Reads. Looks back at the right
monitor.
She sits back. Picks up her coffee. Thinks.
She turns to the left monitor. The spreadsheet. The
structured data already extracted by the AI tool. She sorts
the data on a column header. Waits.
She tries a combination of date ranges filtered against
transaction amounts.
Builds a pivot table.
She clicks.
The data reorganizes on the left monitor.
She studies it. Shakes her head slightly. Not quite right.
She picks up her pen. Makes a note on the yellow legal pad.
Goes back. Reorganizes the data. Different filter. Different
combination.
Another pivot table.
She clicks.
Studies it again. Closer this time. Something is almost
visible. But still—
Not yet.
Exhales. Picks up her coffee. Takes a sip. Cold. She barely
notices.
She looks at the family photograph on the shelf. Ming and
Grace and Suzie. Chicago. Before Boston. Before any of it.
Then back at the screens.
She leans forward. Her eyes moving between the right monitor.
The father's calligraphy — and the left monitor — the
spreadsheet. And 古文入門 open between them.
She reorganizes the data one more time. A different axis. A
different combination of variables. Something she hasn't
tried yet.
Her pen moves on the yellow legal pad. Characters alongside
numbers. Her own handwriting building a column beside the
father's.
She pauses. Her hand on the mouse.
She clicks.
The data reorganizes on the left monitor.
Fourteen entries. Grace's eyes widen.
Separated from everything around them. Structured
differently. Routed differently.
Each one entered in the father's hand. But the notation in
the margin on the right monitor beside each one — the same
character. Repeated. Identical.
She filters again. Cross-references the marked entries
against transaction size.
All fourteen fall within a narrow band.
Structured. Deliberate. Nothing like the natural range
scattered everywhere else in the ledger.
She checks the descriptions beside each one. Thin. Generic.
None of the specificity in the surrounding entries. No names,
no relationship, no history.
The mark. The amount. The absence of detail. Three things,
all pointing the same direction.
Not the father's accounting shorthand.
Someone else's mark. Placed there deliberately. The same hand
each time. Not hiding the entries. Signing them.
Grace goes very still.
She reaches for 古文入門. Finds the character. Reads the
reference.
She correlates the result in the pivot table back to the
right monitor. Back to the original line item entries in the
ledger.
They now stand out. Not the father's accounting shorthand.
Someone else's mark. The same one, repeated at each entry.
Never varying.
Not in the same register as all the other entries. Patently
different.
She sets the book down.
She looks at the family photograph on the shelf. She looks at
it for a long moment.
Then she looks back at the screens.
GRACE (CONT’D)
He didn’t know.
She picks up her phone. Looks at it. She opens her contacts.
MING.
She presses his name. It rings twice.
MING (V.O.)
Grace.
GRACE
Ming. I've been at this since you
sent those files.
MING (V.O.)
That was yesterday.
GRACE
Those files you sent me? They were
huge. I had to use an extraction
tool for the data entry. Got the
structured data in a few hours.
Then I ran the analysis through AI.
MING (V.O.)
And?
GRACE
Nothing useful. It flagged some
irregularities but nothing that
would hold up under scrutiny. The
pattern was too embedded in the
legitimate entries for the
algorithm to isolate it.
Silence on the line.
MING (V.O.)
So what did you do?
GRACE
I went back to the ledger myself.
She looks at the right monitor. The father's calligraphy
filling the screen.
GRACE (CONT’D)
They put a disclaimer on every AI
report for a reason Ming. AI can
make mistakes. Check important
information.
MING (V.O.)
That’s why I came to you.
She turns back to the monitors.
MING (V.O.)
So what did you find?
She looks at the left monitor. The fourteen entries
highlighted in the pivot table.
GRACE
Twenty years of white collar crime
investigation. You develop
instincts the algorithm doesn't
have.
Still looking at the left monitor.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Your father wrote in Traditional
Chinese. You know that.
A pause.
MING (V.O.)
I know. I can recognize some of it.
But I never really learned it to
understand it.
GRACE
I know. And you're the one from
Hong Kong and should know this, not
me. You're lucky I studied
Classical Chinese at the University
of Chicago.
Silence on the line.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Ming. In the ledger. There are
fourteen entries that don't belong.
The structure. The amounts. The
regularity. Someone was running
money through your father's ledger.
And there's a notation beside each
one. The same character every time.
It's not accounting shorthand. It's
a signature or someone’s mark.
Whoever placed these entries wanted
a record that they were his.
MING (V.O.)
By any chance… with the notation…
do you see any names?
A pause.
GRACE
Let me look.
A beat.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Yeah. Wang. How did you know?
MING (V.O.)
I met him. He came to the
restaurant a few days ago.
She pauses.
GRACE
It can't be your father's notation.
I know your father. It's not him.
MING (V.O.)
He couldn’t have—
GRACE
Ming.
MING (V.O.)
(quietly)
He didn’t know.
GRACE
I don't think he did either.
She looks at the family photograph one more time.
GRACE (CONT’D)
But Ming— someone used your
father's ledger to clean money. And
I think this proves it.
She looks at the legal pad.
GRACE (CONT’D)
And there's something else. A
number sequence. In the margin of
one section. It doesn't correspond
to anything around it. It doesn't
fit the system at all.
MING (V.O.)
Text it to me.
GRACE
Give me a second.
Grace punches the sequence into the phone and hits send.
GRACE (CONT’D)
It could be a combination. Tied to
something physical. I can't tell
from the scans alone.
MING (V.O.)
I got it.
GRACE
Does this mean anything to you?
Silence on the line.
GRACE (CONT’D)
Ming. Is there a safe anywhere? In
the restaurant, in your father's
house?
MING (V.O.)
There’s one in the restaurant
office but I already have the
combination to it.
She looks at the legal pad. The characters she traced. The
column of figures. Her own handwriting alongside the
father's.
GRACE
Send me whatever else you have.
I'll have it ready for you and your
attorney when it's time to meet
with prosecutors.
A long silence on the line.
MING (V.O.)
(quietly)
Thank you Grace.
She looks at the photograph.
GRACE
And Ming. Get a good attorney. Not
a general practice attorney. A
federal criminal defense attorney.
(MORE)
GRACE (CONT’D)
Someone who knows how the
government builds these cases from
the inside.
MING (V.O.)
I already have. A former Assistant
U.S. Attorney. Twenty years of
federal defense work.
Grace absorbs that.
GRACE
Good.
Silence.
MING (V.O.)
Grace. Thank you again. I mean
that.
GRACE
Send me your attorney’s name and
email address.
MING (V.O.)
He’s copied on my email but I’ll
text it again.
GRACE
He'll have the file within the
hour. Along with a summary of my
methodology and findings.
MING (V.O.)
That’s everything we need.
Another silence. Neither hangs up immediately.
GRACE
Good night Ming.
MING (V.O.)
Good night Grace.
The call ends. Grace sets the phone down beside the keyboard.
She looks at the screens. The fourteen entries on the left
monitor. The father's calligraphy on the right. The yellow
legal pad filled with her handwriting.
She reaches for her coffee cup. Both hands around it.
She looks at the family photograph on the shelf. Ming and
Grace and Suzie.
Then she sets the cup down.
Turns back to the keyboard.
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53 -
Executor's Duty
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - OFFICE - NIGHT
Ming at his father's desk. He opens the drawer. The ledger.
He looks at it for a long moment.
Closes the drawer. He picks up his keys.
He gets up and leaves.
EXT. FATHER’S HOUSE - LOWER MILLS, DORCHESTER, MA. - FRONT
STEPS - DAY
Ming pulls up. Parks. Remains in the car for a moment looking
at the front of the house.
He gets out. Briefcase in one hand. Keys in the other.
He finds his phone. Opens his contacts. Scrolls to a note
saved the day after the funeral.
Alarm code — father's house.
He approaches the front door. The electronic keypad mounted
beside it. He enters the code.
A quiet beep. The panel goes green. He takes out the key.
Unlocks the deadbolt. Pushes the door open.
INT. FATHER'S HOUSE - LOWER MILLS, DORCHESTER, MA. - ENTRYWAY
- CONTINUOUS
He steps inside. Stops.
On the inside of the door. The locks.
He looks at them for a moment. Not smiling now. He engages
the chain behind him.
He moves into the kitchen.
INT. FATHER'S HOUSE - LOWER MILLS, DORCHESTER, MA. - KITCHEN -
CONTINUOUS
He sets the briefcase on the kitchen table.
Utility bills. A checkbook. Opened envelopes with notes
written on the outside in Traditional Chinese. A small
handheld calculator. A salt and pepper shaker at the end of
the table. A small bottle of soy sauce.
And an ashtray, with a single cigarette stubbed out in it.
Ming sees it. Doesn't touch it.
The lunar calendar on the wall still showing the month his
father died.
Ming stands at the table for a moment. Looking at his
father's papers.
Then he opens his briefcase. Takes out the pre-printed
checklist. Sets it on the table beside his father's papers.
He pulls out the yellow legal pad. Sets it beside the
checklist. Uncaps a pen. Sets it across the top of the pad.
He reads down the checklist. Several items already checked in
his precise handwriting. Several still waiting.
His eye moves to one item near the bottom.
Safe deposit box — unknown.
He closes the briefcase. Sets it beside the chair. He begins
moving through the rooms.
INT. FATHER'S HOUSE - LOWER MILLS, DORCHESTER, MA. - BEDROOM -
CONTINUOUS
Methodical. Executor's work.
The bedroom. Dresser drawers opened and checked. A small box
of documents on the nightstand. Nothing of note. Continues.
The closet. Suits pressed and hanging. Shoes in a row.
A small table. A drawer — rubber bands, a takeout menu from
the restaurant, a pen that doesn't work.
Ming makes notes on the legal pad. Checks items off the list.
He moves to the back room.
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54 -
The Hidden Safe
INT. FATHER'S HOUSE - LOWER MILLS, DORCHESTER, MA. - BACK
BEDROOM - CONTINUOUS
A hutch against the far wall. Old. Heavy. Dark wood.
Ming opens its drawers. Checks the contents. Nothing of note
for the estate.
He moves to step away. Then he stops.
Something on the floor. Behind the hutch. Against the wall.
Papers. He can see the edge of them from the side but cannot
reach them.
He sets the briefcase down. Gets his shoulder against the
hutch. Slides it out from the wall. Just far enough to reach
behind it.
He crouches down. Picks up the papers. Utility bills.
Eversource. National Grid. Old billing dates. Nothing.
He looks at them. Sets them aside.
Then he sees the wall. He goes completely still.
Where the hutch was is a panel. Slightly different texture
from the surrounding plaster. Slightly different age. Seams
so tight they're almost invisible.
Ming stands slowly.
He looks at the panel. At the house around him. The deferred
maintenance.
He reaches out. Presses the panel.
It moves.
Behind it is a safe. Old. Heavy. Steel. Built into the wall
itself. A combination dial centered on the door.
Ming does not move for a long moment.
He looks at the safe. At the hutch beside him. At the wall
that hid it.
He sits down on the floor in front of it. His briefcase
beside him.
He just looks at the safe. For a long time.
Ming on one knee in front of the safe.
Phone out.
Text from Grace.
He enters the sequence. Nothing. Tries it reversed.
Nothing.
He reads the text again.
He pauses.
He clears the dial. Tries one more time.
He dials the combination. Right. Left. Right.
A heavy metallic thud from inside the door.
The handle turns.
He pulls the door open.
He reaches in. Pulls out a stack of currency. Bank strap.
Sets it on the floor.
Another.
Another.
Six. Seven bundles.
He sits back on his heels.
Over his shoulder into the open safe.
Packed. Bottom to top. Side to side.
The seven bundles on the floor are the surface layer only.
Ming doesn't move.
Ming looks at the steel door.
Then he picks up the first bundle. Places it back inside. One
by one. Every bundle returned.
He closes the door. Turns the dial. Moves the hutch back into
place.
He picks up his briefcase.
Walks to the front door.
He looks at the five locks on the door.
EXT. FATHER'S HOUSE - LOWER MILLS, DORCHESTER, MA. - FRONT
STEPS - CONTINUOUS
He stands on the front step.
Considers.
Ming gets in his car.
INT. MING’S CAR - DAY
Early morning. The light still soft.
Ming drives. The passenger seat empty.
Wollaston Beach passes on his right. The water catching the
early morning light.
He glances at the seat beside him. Just for a moment.
Eyes back on the road. He drives.
INT. HOME OLD TOWN, CHICAGO, IL. - KITCHEN - DAY
Suzie at the table, eating cereal. Grace nearby, closing her
laptop.
SUZIE
What's the book you're always
looking at?
GRACE
Yeh Yeh's ledger. I'm trying to
understand it.
SUZIE
It looks like a secret language.
Grace looks at her for a moment.
GRACE
It kind of is.
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55 -
The Weight of the Device
INT. JOHN JOSEPH MOAKLEY FEDERAL COURTHOUSE - CONFERENCE ROOM
- DAY
Already in progress.
Ming and Doyle seated on one side of the table. Across from
them is LEAD PROSECUTOR O'BRIEN . Late fifties. Precise. A
FEDERAL AGENT beside him.
A manila folder on the table between them. A small device
beside it.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN
We've been building a RICO case
against Fong's organization for
three years. What we've been
missing is a direct evidentiary
link between his operation and
specific documented transactions.
Your father's ledger provides
fourteen of them.
He opens the folder. Slides a document toward Doyle.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN (CONT’D)
What we need is Fong on record. His
own words. Acknowledging his claim
to the capital those transactions
generated.
DOYLE
What is my client looking at
without cooperation?
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN
Five to ten. Permanent revocation
of his law license.
Doyle glances at Ming. Ming doesn't look at him.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN (CONT’D)
In recognition of full cooperation
and testimony against Fong's
organization…
He looks at Ming directly.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN (CONT’D)
Reduced sentence. No law license.
Doyle nods almost imperceptibly.
MING
The borrowers. The community loans.
My father's people.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN
Your father's transactions are not
the focus of this prosecution. That
determination is already made.
Something on Ming's face. Not quite relief.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN (CONT’D)
Your father's house in Lower Mills.
The safe. We've secured both.
Ming absorbs this.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN (CONT’D)
Your attorney mentioned a Mr. Wang.
Another of Fong's victims. If he's
willing to testify, that
strengthens the laundering counts
considerably.
MING
I don't know if he will.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN
That's not your concern right now.
Yours is tomorrow.
O'Brien looks at the folder. Then at Ming.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN (CONT’D)
The extortion charges come from
your family’s experience. Your
wife’s account of the parking
garage. The envelope in her
dresser. The incident with your
daughter.
Ming goes still.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN (CONT’D)
Mr. Fong has been very careful for
a very long time. Tomorrow he will
be less careful because he believes
he has already won.
He closes the folder.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN (CONT’D)
We need him to keep believing that
until he sits down across from you.
O'Brien slides a small device across the table. The Federal
Agent holds it up briefly.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN (CONT’D)
We need three things from him. We
need him to establish the
partnership. We need him to claim
the proceeds. And we need him on
tape acknowledging it.
Ming looks at the device on the table.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN (CONT’D)
If he does those three things— we
have everything.
Ming picks up the device. Turns it over in his hand once. He
sets it in his jacket pocket.
INT. JOHN JOSEPH MOAKLEY FEDERAL COURTHOUSE - CORRIDOR -
CONTINUOUS
Ming and Doyle walk. Their footsteps on the marble floor.
DOYLE
You understand what you’re walking
into tomorrow.
Ming doesn't answer.
EXT. JOHN JOSEPH MOAKLEY FEDERAL COURTHOUSE - FRONT STEPS -
CONTINUOUS
Ming comes through the doors. Stops at the top of the steps.
The harbor at the end of the street. He looks at it for a
moment. Then turns. Walks toward Chinatown.
INT. HOME MERRYMOUNT, QUINCY, MA. - KITCHEN - NIGHT
Standing, Ming sets a bag from the Golden Dragon on the
table. He removes takeout containers, one by one.
He unwraps a pair of wooden chopsticks. Snaps them apart.
He Sits and eats straight from the containers. No plate.
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56 -
The Ledger Unveiled
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - OFFICE - DAY
Saturday 10AM. Fong enters. He doesn't knock. He closes the
door behind him. Sits down across from Ming.
Completely at ease.
He looks around the office. The jade dragon. The abacus. The
calculator that smells like cigarettes.
FONG
You're a very stubborn man. Just
like your father.
A long silence.
He opens it. Takes out the ledger. Sets it on the desk
between them.
He does not slide it. Sets it down.
Fong looks at it. Doesn't reach for it immediately. Then he
picks it up. Opens it. Reads one page. Nods once.
FONG (CONT’D)
Your father and I built something
special thirty years ago. It's too
bad our partnership went astray.
MING
Was old man Wang part of your
partnership too?
Fong looks at him. A small, almost approving look — a man who
understands business.
FONG
Wang. Small business. Small money.
Useful, when I needed him.
He tucks the ledger under his arm.
FONG (CONT’D)
Your father knew the arrangement.
He stands. Adjusts his jacket.
FONG (CONT’D)
Your father used to make me tea.
Every time I came. Even at the end.
He turns and leaves.
The door closes softly behind him.
Ming doesn't move.
He looks at the empty open drawer.
The jade dragon. The abacus. The calculator that smells like
his father's cigarettes.
Closes the drawer.
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57 -
A Quiet Arrest
INT. GREAT WALL RESTAURANT, CHINATOWN, BOSTON, MA. - DAY
A booth by the window.
Fong eating alone. A pot and cup of tea. A newspaper folded
nearby.
Two men enter. Plain clothes. They move through the room
without looking at anyone.
They sit down across from Fong. One of them sets a badge on
the table. Fong looks at it.
Fong goes still.
Not surprised.
He says nothing.
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - OFFICE - DAY
Ming at his father's desk. His phone rings. He picks up.
QINGBO (V.O.)
They took Fong.
Ming absorbs it. He opens the drawer. Empty. He closes it.
He sets the phone down for a moment. Then picks it up again.
Dials. Ming calls Grace.
MING
They took Fong.
GRACE (V.O.)
I heard.
MING
Your account of the garage. The
envelope. It was part of what made
the case.
He pauses.
MING (CONT’D)
And the ledger. The fourteen
entries. The signature you
identified. That's what gave them
the RICO connection they needed.
Three years they'd been building
that case. You cracked it in one
night.
Grace absorbs that.
GRACE (V.O.)
How are you?
MING
Okay. I’m running the restaurant.
Silence.
GRACE (V.O.)
Suzie asks about you.
He closes his eyes.
MING
Tell her… Tell her Baba says hello.
And I love her.
Ming looks at the empty drawer.
GRACE (V.O.)
I’m at a smaller firm now.
Plaintiff’s side.
Ming absorbs this. A silence on the line. Neither speaks.
GRACE (V.O.)
Take care of yourself Ming.
MING
You too Grace.
The call ends. Ming sets the phone on the desk. He stands.
Goes to the kitchen.
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - DINING ROOM - DAY
The restaurant is open. Noise from the kitchen. Orders called
in Cantonese. Tea poured.
Qingbo moves between front and back. Ming stands at the
office doorway, looking out at the dining room. Full tables.
Qingbo passes. Glances in. Their eyes meet. The smallest
smile passes between them. No words needed.
She moves on.
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58 -
The Plea
INT. JOHN JOSEPH MOAKLEY FEDERAL COURTHOUSE - CONFERENCE ROOM
- DAY
Late-September. Ming sits across from federal prosecutors in
a conference room. Fluorescent light.
His own attorney beside him. The lead prosecutor slides a
document across the table.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN
The charges are as follows.
Operation of an unlicensed lending
institution, laundering of monetary
instruments and attempt to evade
tax.
DOYLE
(quietly to Ming)
This is it.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN
In recognition of your client's
full cooperation with the federal
investigation and his testimony
against Fong's organization-the
government is recommending a
suspended sentence. No
incarceration. Three years
probation. The permanent revocation
of your client's law license is a
condition of the agreement and is
non-negotiable.
Ming's attorney nods. Ming looks at the document. At his
hands on the table. At the pen. He picks up the pen. Signs.
The prosecutors collect their copies. They stand. They leave.
The room empties.
The lead prosecutor pauses at the door. He looks back at
Ming. Directly.
PROSECUTOR O’BRIEN (CONT’D)
The fourteen transactions your
father recorded, we believe he
didn't know what they were. That
determination informed the charges
we brought and did not bring.
He leaves. Ming sits alone.
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Autumn's Weight
EXT. JOHN JOSEPH MOAKLEY FEDERAL COURTHOUSE - FRONT STEPS -
CONTINUOUS
Ming walks out of the courthouse. Top of the steps.
GRACE (TEXT)
How you doing?
MING (TEXT)
Hanging in there.
GRACE (TEXT)
How’s the restaurant?
MING (TEXT)
Managing.
GRACE (TEXT)
Suzie asks about you. More than she
used to.
MING (TEXT)
I miss her.
GRACE (TEXT)
Sorry. I got a call.
He remains where he’s standing.
Traffic. Pedestrians. A delivery truck idling at the corner.
Someone on a phone. Someone walking a dog.
The harbor visible at the end of the street.
The shadows longer now than they were in August.
And walks back toward Chinatown.
He doesn't look back.
EXT. BOSTON, MA. - DAY
Mid-October. Aerial. Cambridge below. The Charles River
carrying the last of the afternoon light.
The Esplanade trees along the bank in full autumn color.
Amber. Gold. Red.
Moving east. Boston rising on the far bank.
The Hancock Tower catching the sunset. Sixty stories of
reflective glass going gold and amber. The golden dome of the
State House to the left catching the last of it.
Chinatown below. The Golden Dragon. Warm light in the windows
against the cooling October evening.
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The Envelope
INT. GOLDEN DRAGON RESTAURANT - DINING ROOM - NIGHT
The restaurant is full. Steam from the kitchen. Orders
called. Plates moving.
Ming moves between the office and the dining room. Checking a
ticket. Nodding to a cook.
He stops. Out of the corner of his eye.
A woman at a table by the window.
Sitting alone. No phone. No book.
Grace.
She didn't call ahead. Didn't announce herself. Just arrived.
And sat. And waited.
Ming stands there for a moment. Takes her in.
She looks up. Finds him across the room.
Neither moves. Just a breath.
Then Ming hands the clipboard to the nearest cook.
Straightens his jacket.
He walks across the dining room. Stops beside her table.
She looks up at him.
He pulls out the chair across from her.
Between them on the table, the lazy susan. Still. Not
turning.
GRACE
(a small smile)
I heard this was a good restaurant.
Ming receives it. The smallest smile.
An envelope already on the table in front of Grace. "Baba"
written across the front. A small heart drawn beside it.
She slides it across to him.
Ming looks at it. Doesn't touch it yet.
He looks up at Grace.
She nods once.
He picks it up. Turns it over once in his hands.
The restaurant window. Beyond it — the October evening. The
street. Chinatown. The city at dinner hour.
Somewhere above it all, the Hancock is still catching the
last of the light.
FADE TO BLACK.