EXT. STREET - NIGHT

               Ji rushes to the sidewalk and looks in all directions. Jae 
               is nowhere to be seen. He hurries back to Oda Mae.

                

               INT. SEANCE ROOM - NIGHT

               The room is a disaster area, full of hysterical women. Park 
               Bom is being dragged from the closet, unhurt but in a state 
               of shock.

                                     BOM
                         He tried to kill me! Why? Why?

               No one answers.

                                     BOM
                              (continuing)
                         Talk to me!

               Her sisters start talking but she shoos them away.

                                     JI
                         Bom, we're in trouble...

                                     BOM
                         We're in trouble? Who's we? You're 
                         already dead.

                                     JI
                         I can stop them. But I can't do it 
                         alone. You've gotta help me.

                                     BOM
                         Help you? It's me they're tryin' to 
                         kill.

                                     JI
                         You're right. And they'll be back. 
                         I'm your only chance.

                                     BOM
                         Why don't you go find a haunted house 
                         and rattle some chains.

                                     JI
                         I need you Bom. I need you to 
                         get some fake ID's.

                                     BOM
                         Fake ID's? What for?

                                     JI
                         Help me now, they'll never bother 
                         you again. I promise.

                                     BOM
                              (stopping, thinking)
                         Help you? Whataya talking about 
                         exactly? What else do I have to do?

               EXT. NEW YORK STREET - DAY

               Park Bom, dressed to the hilt, is walking with Ji toward the 
               main branch of Market Security Bank & Trust. She seems nervous 
               and upset.

                                     BOM
                         This is crazy. This ain't gonna work. 
                         I don't know nothin' 'bout bankin'.

                                     JI
                         I'll teach you. You'll learn fast.

               As they reach the entrance of the bank, they pass a pair of 
               NUNS collecting money to build a shelter for the homeless. 
               One of them holds out a collection box. Park Bom passes her 
               by, carefully avoiding eye contact.

               INT. MARKET SECURITY BANK & TRUST - DAY

               Park Bom enters Ji's bank. She seems completely out of place. 
               Ji, walking beside her, directs her every move.

                                     JI
                         See where it says "New Accounts"? 
                         That's where you're going.

                                     BOM
                              (paranoid)
                         I'm not givin' 'em any money.

                                     JI
                         Just do what I say.

               Bom approaches the New Accounts desk. She seems very 
               uptight. A woman OFFICER behind the desk looks up at her.

                                     OFFICER
                         Can I help you?

                                     JI
                         Tell her you're here to fill out a 
                         signature card for a new account.

                                     BOM
                         I'm here to fill out a signature 
                         card for a new account.

                                     OFFICER
                         And do you know your account number?

                                     JI
                         Yes. 926-31043.

                                     BOM
                         Yes. 926-31043.

                                     JI
                         Rita Miller.

                                     BOM
                         Who?

                                     OFFICER
                         What?

                                     JI
                         Tell her Rita Miller.

                                     BOM
                         Rita Miller.

                                     OFFICER
                              (eyeing her oddly)
                         Didn't they have you sign a card 
                         when you opened the account?

                                     JI
                         Tell her Dong Youngbae opened it for 
                         you by phone and asked you to come 
                         in today.

                                     BOM
                         Dong Youngbae opened it for me. He 
                         asked me to come in today.

                                     OFFICER
                         Ah.

               The Officer checks out the name and account number on her 
               computer screen. It all seems to jive. She pulls out a card 
               from her desk and hands it to Park Bom. Bom stares at it.

                                     JI
                         Just sign you name at the bottom on 
                         the first blank line.

               Bom nods and starts to sign "Park Bom". Ji stops her.

                                     SAM
                              (continuing)
                         No, no, no. Rita Miller.

                                     BOM
                              (to the officer)
                         Can I have another one please? I 
                         signed the wrong name.

               Ji hits his forehead with his hand. The Officer gives her 
               another card. Park Bom signs it.

                                     JI
                         Tell her to see that it goes right 
                         up to the third floor file since you 
                         have a transaction to make.

                                     BOM
                         I need you to put that in the third 
                         floor file cause I got a transfusion 
                         to make.

                                     OFFICER
                         A what?

                                    BOM
                         You know what I mean.
                              (innocently)
                         Umm, can I keep the pen?

                                     OFFICER
                              (surprised, not sure 
                              what to say)
                         ...uh, sure.

               Bom, delighted, walks away smiling and gives the officer 
               a wave. She is loving this.

                                     BOM
                         Thanks.

               INT. BAE'S OFFICE

               The clock on Bae's wall says 3:40. He seems anxious. The 
               phone RINGS. Bae jumps. He pushes down the speaker button.

                                     BAE
                         Hello. Dong Youngbae speaking.

                                     VOICE
                         Bae?

                                     BAE
                         Mr. Balsitrari

                                     VOICE
                         Balistrari? Bae, it's me, Mir. 
                         I've got the info on the Bradley 
                         portfolio.

                                    BAE
                         Oh yeah, yeah. That's great. I'll 
                         pick it up later.

               He hangs up. His hand is shaking.

               INT. MARKET SECURITY BANK & TRUST - DAY

               Ji and Bom approach a fancy part of the bank housing 
               administrative personnel. They approach a GUARD who is 
               standing there.

                                     JI
                         Tell the guard you're here to see 
                         Lee Minho.

                                     BOM
                         Lee Minho, please.

                                     GUARD
                         Do you have an appointment?

                                     BOM
                         No. I'm here for the fun of it.

                                     JI
                         Don't say that! Tell him Rita Miller's 
                         here.

                                     BOM
                         Tell him Rita Miller's here.

                                     GUARD
                         Just one moment, please.

                                     JI
                         Don't embellish.

                                     BOM
                         Yes, Sir.

                                     GUARD
                              (turning around)
                         Excuse me?

               She waves him on.

                                     JI
                              (whispering)
                         Now listen, this guy Minho's a 
                         real jerk.

                                     BOM
                         Why are you whispering?

                                     JI
                              (he doesn't know)
                         Just be quiet and listen. I've known 
                         him five years and he still thinks 
                         my name's Paul.

               We see the Guard leaning over Mr. Minho's desk. MINHO 
               looks up and sees Park Bom. He shrugs his shoulders.

                                     JI
                              (continuing)
                         He's a social moron. You don't have 
                         to worry about anything. Tell the 
                         guard Minho knows you. You spent 
                         time with him and his wife Minyoung 
                         at the Brewster's Christmas party 
                         last year.

               The Guard comes back.

                                     GUARD
                         What is this regarding?

                                     BOM
                         What? He doesn't remember me? We 
                         were together at the Brewster's 
                         Christmas party. With his wife 
                         Minyoung. They had that lovely tree... 
                         all those presents. Why, I'll never 
                         forget all those beautiful...

               Ji pokes her. She yelps, surprised, and glances around. The 
               Guard gives her an odd look.

                                     BOM
                              (continuing)
                         Oops. Gas.

               She forces a smile. He smiles back and then goes over to Mr. 
               Minho.

                                     JI
                         This'll be easy. Lee was so 
                         drunk at that party, he could have 
                         had a conversation with Tiffany  
                         and he wouldn't remember.

               The Guard whispers in Minho's ear. Lee appears totally 
               flummoxed. He looks up at Park Bom, embarrassed, and waves. 
               The Guard motions her to come back. She walks proudly over 
               to his desk. He sticks out his hand.

                                    MINHO
                         Hello, hello. Of course, of course. 
                         It's been so long.

                                     BOM
                         A long time.

                                     JI
                         Ask how Hyunjoong and Kibum are.

                                     BOM
                         How are Kibum and Hyunjoong doin'?

                                     MINHO
                              (perplexed)
                         Why, they're just fine, thank you. 
                         Nice of you to ask. And how is your... 
                         family?

                                     BOM
                         Couldn't be better.

                                     MINHO
                         Well, isn't that wonderful.

                                     JI
                         Tell him you've been wondering how 
                         they did on the Gibraltar securities.

                                     BOM
                         So tell me, MIN, how did you do 
                         on the Gibraltar securities?

                                    MINHO
                              (surprised)
                         The Gibraltar securities! Well, it 
                         looks like we topped out, huh?

                                     JI
                         "We sure did!"

                                     BOM
                         We sure did.

                                     MINHO
                              (impressed)
                         That was a wonderful tip.

                                     JI
                         "Good old JOON".

                                     BOM
                         Good old JOON. Got a real head on 
                         his shoulders.

                                     JI
                         "Her" shoulders.

                                     BOM
                         "Her" shoulders.

                                    MINHO
                         Sure does. Well... well. So what 
                         brings you here today?

                                     JI
                         You're closing an account.

                                     BOM
                         I'm closing an account.

                                     MINHO
                         Well... wonderful. Do you have your 
                         account number?

                                     JI
                         926-31043.

                                     BOM
                         926-3143.

                                     JI
                         31-0-43.

               She looks up into the air. Minho eyes her strangely.

                                     BOM
                         Make that 31-0-43... Numbers. I'm 
                         dyslexic.

               He punches Rita Miller's number into the computer. A figure 
               appears on the screen. He stares at it for a few seconds and 
               then punches it in again.

                                     MINHO
                              (trying to be calm)
                         Well, Rita, you'll be withdrawing 
                         four million dollars from us today, 
                         is that correct?

                                    BOM
                         Four million dollars?!

                                     JI
                         Say "yes"!

                                     BOM
                              (gasping)
                         Yes! Four million. That's right. 
                         That's right.

                                     BOM
                         And how will you want that?

                                     BOM
                         Tens and twenties?

                                     MINHO
                         Pardon?

                                     JI
                         A cashier's check! Tell him a 
                         cashier's check.

                                     BOM
                         A cashier's check.

                                     MINHO
                         Fine. Of course, you realize we're 
                         required to get some identification 
                         from everyone. It's just procedural. 
                         You understand.

                                     BOM
                         Of course.

               Park Bom reaches into her purse and pulls out a DRIVER'S 
               LICENSE and a SOCIAL SECURITY CARD. Minho gets up and 
               walks away from his desk. He seems unsteady on his feet. An 
               OFFICER at the next desk is using a Brillo pad to clean a 
               stain on her desk. Bom smiles.

                                     BOM
                         You know, if you put that Brillo pad 
                         in the freezer, it'll last twice as 
                         long.

               The Officer nods appreciatively.

               INT. CARD FILE ROOM - DAY

               Minho lays Park Bom's ID next to her signature card. The 
               signatures match up. He nods his head in approval.