MALIK Because she’s the only honest person left who knows my real name.
Malik sits on a torn red velvet chair. Around him: triad reps, Indian gang lieutenants, and a shadowy figure — MR. TAN (50s, suit, speaks softly).
MALIK You became the law. I became the ghost. We were both orphans, Shar.
Malik picks up his father’s old keris.
Police vans block exits. Sharifah leads a tactical team.
SHARIFAH I remember. That’s why this is hard.
ZUL Why?
Gunfire erupts. Zul drags Malik toward a fire exit.
INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS, BUKIT AMAN – DAY