INT. WANG WHARTON'S HOUSE/PRINCIPAL ROOM

LUCY WHARTON, 45, Wang's wife, offensive and typical harridan, emerges from the left aisle carrying a basket.

LUCY:     (calls)   [Wallstreet! Where are you? You can't hide from me.]

INT. WANG WHARTON'S HOUSE/DEN

Wallstreet is pouring wine on Jack's glass. Lucy barges in, fuming, drops the basket in front of Wallstreet and slaps him.

LUCY:     [Wallstreet, you moron! I told you to go fishing! Don't come back here until the basket is full of catfish, you understand?

Wallstreet nods, takes the basket and walks out of the den.

WANG:     [Hey, don't get him too preoccupied. He'll run an errand for my business partner later.]

LUCY:     [Hah! I'm sure it's for your mistress-partner Mei-Ling.]

Chen, Jack and Lei burst into drunken laughter.

WANG:     [Watch your mouth, wife! You should know your position.]

Lucy's face mantle with anger, she walks to her husband and whispers to his ear.

LUCY:     (soft but firm)   [I think you should know your position, husband. You squandered your share of the family's fortune. Everything that's left belongs to Wallstreet now.

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