WHITE TIGER written by Charles Mitchell 1602 Lynette Lane North Las Vegas, NV 89031 (702) 313-1138
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[email protected] FADE IN: INT. MUSEUM OF HISTORY - NIGHT In the darkened hallway, there is only silence. No movement is seen along the recreated early twentieth-century street. ANTIQUITIES GALLERY In a room lighted by display cases, a masked man stands beside an open display case. CHUN SO, 35, is not the guy you'd take home to mother. He's an arrant thief who'll do what it takes to get money. He's a user and exploiter. In his gloved hands, he holds and carefully examines a pearl the size of a fist. CHUN SO (V.O.) Congratulations, Connie Sun. Another perfect robbery, almost. He places the pearl into a black bag. From his sock, Chun So removes a pack of cigarettes. He removes a lipstick from his pocket and smears some on one end of a cigarette. With a match, he lights and burns the other end. He butts the cigarette on the floor. CHUN SO (V.O.) This is one payday you didn't cheat me out of. HALLWAY Chun So creeps along. The black bag is over his shoulder. Light from an adjacent hallway illuminates an unfortunate cockroach that happenstance has placed in his path. Pop! His foot crushes the cockroach. Reaching the door to a stairwell, Chun So opens it and backs through. STAIRWELL Taking two steps at a time, Chun So hurries to a landing above. He hesitates momentarily to listen.