Wang gasps, considers the point. Something big is happening.

LUCY:     [I am arriving with my own son in Shanghai on the twenty-ninth of October, the twenty-first birthday of Washington's son, Wallstreet, so he can give him the fortune as a promised gift.]

Lucy puts the letter on the table.

LUCY:     [Thank you and I am looking forward to seeing you all. Very Truly Yours, Harry Parker.]

Wang looks at his wife, waiting for what she is going to say next.

LUCY:     [If the entire family of your brother is dead, who will get that money?]

WANG:     [You're not telling me to...kill my own nephew?! I'm not a crook.]

LUCY:     Not you. Some enterprising men who will divide fifteen thousand yuan among themselves if Wallstreet drowns while fishing.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BAMBOO FOREST - DAY 

Wallstreet and Fox Lady are having tea, at the round table of a well-appointed apartment with no roof and no walls, amidst tall bamboo trees swaying in sighing wind. An old scroll is lying beside Fox Lady's tea cup.

Three FOX SERVANTS, one female, two males, with fox faces partially concealed by the hoods of their traditional Chinese robes, serve them.

WALLSTREET:     [What is this scroll?]