NIGHT
Spectators CROWD a table in the middle.
MOMO and MIMI are set to face the home team.
A rough-looking Vietnamese guy, late 20s.
His partner, a pretty Vietnamese woman in her early 20s.
                           MOMO
                    (whispers in her ear)
                That guy's a sandbagger.
                Watch out for his red side.
                It's super crazy long pips!
MIMI tosses A HIGH-FLYING BALL.
Serves to the man.
The ball hits the middle line. Short and low.
He simply bounces it back with his red side.
MOMO flicks it.
Without hesitation, she punches it with her backhand.
The ball lands near the table's edge.
Hits MOMO's body.
Spectators CLAP.
MOMO and MIMI stare at each other.
MINUTES LATER
Two teams trading shots.
Serving.
Receiving.
Flicking.
Chopping.
Looping.
Counter-looping.
Rallying.
0-1, 0-2, 1-2 on the set score.
EXT. TABLE TENNIS CLUB, FOUNTAIN VALLEY
MOMO and MIMI stand outside the door.
Sweating, they sip coconut water.
She throws away her empty bottle.
                            MIMI
                Let's kill them.
                   (gestures a throat slit)
MOMO can't help but stare at her.
                           MOMO
                       (tries to smile)
                MIMI, you're dangerous--
