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Aangezien de oude echt zo langzaam als dikke stront door een trechter aan het worden was, toch maar een nieuwe :)

Ook hier is iedereen natuulek weer van harte welkom :kwijl:

HOP HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEJ
laatste aanpassing door een beheerder
 
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strafpunten zijn die dingen die ze geven aan mij als ze weer genoeg van me hebben en dat is meestal na zo'n 3 of 4 dagen dat ik online ben
 
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dat denk je maar
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JWT!


aaaai
 
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Hey jij reageerd niet op mij en ik reageer niet op jou. Goeie deal toch?
 
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hehehe
 
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ik blijf erbij dat er meer geneukt moet worden

Ben hier verdomme al 1,5 uur en nog niks gebeurt
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je hebt het vast tegen mij?

en als het niet gaat?
 
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Neuken is zo jaren '80 :no:
 
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Uitspraak van Ouwehoeren op vrijdag 3 juni 2005 om 16:15:
je hebt het vast tegen mij?

en als het niet gaat?


je hebt nu al bewezen dat het niet gaat 8)
 
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Feeten is da bomb :yes:
 
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is dat net zoiets al feetfucken?
 
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neuqen voor de neuqerks
viespeuken eraus
 
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Is toch niet zo moeilijk? Ik hou me eraan. Doe jij dat ook. Is beter voor de sfeer hier.
 
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*gooit een aardappel naar ulster*
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Rox dat wou ik al zeggen als hij wat zou zeggen :P

Je ken ook gewoon normaal lullen maar als dat te moeilijk voor je is, dan ben je nu ontzichtbaar :O
 
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feetfucken


:x

Ik was de s vergeten. Ik bedoelde feesten O:)
 
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wie wil er ge feetfuckt worden
 
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Met of zonder sokken?
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Kraay jij door bigfoot he :yes:
 
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Ben op zich wel aardig geil op ut moment
 
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tenenkaas de geilste
 
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Kopkaas de lekkerste
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Ik prefereer voetschimmel
 
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ben ff me konthaar aan het vlechten
 
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Doe je er een leuk strikje in?
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en hoe lang wordt je vlecht?
 
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rasta baby
 
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ik doe er kraaltjes in mang bobmarley style
 
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Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..
 
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78 cm mang
 
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alalalalalong alalalalalong long lie long long ong
 
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Girl I wanna make ya sweat
 
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Ghallo...
 
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INT. COFFEE SHOP - MORNING ­ 1.

A normal Denny's, Spir­es-like coffee shop in Los Angeles.
It's ­about 9:00 in the morning. While the place isn't ­jammed,
there's a healthy number of peopl­e drinking coffee, munching
on bacon and ­eating eggs.

Two of these people are a ­YOUNG MAN and a YOUNG WOMAN. The
Young M­an has a slight working-class English accent and, ­like
his fellow countryman, smokes cigare­ttes like they're going
out of style.

­ It is impossible to tell where the Young W­oman is from or how
old she is; everythin­g she does contradicts something she did.
­ The boy and girl sit in a booth. Their dialogue ­is to be said
in a rapid-pace "HIS GIRL F­RIDAY" fashion.

­ YOUNG MAN
No, forget it­, it's too risky. I'm
thr­ough doin' that shit.

­ YOUNG WOMAN
You a­lways say that, the same thing
­ every time: never again, I'm
­ through, too dangerous.

­ YOUNG MAN
­ I know that's what I always say.
­ I'm always right too, but --

­ YOUNG WOMAN
­ -- but you forget about it in a day
­ or two --

­ YOUNG MAN
­ -- yeah, well, the days of me
­ forgittin' are over, and the days
­ of me rememberin' have just begun.­

YOUNG WOMAN
­
When you go on like this, ­you know
what you sound li­ke?

YOUNG MAN­
I sound like a sensible f­ucking
man, is what I soun­d like.

YOUNG­ WOMAN
You sound like a du­ck.
(imitates a duck)­
Quack, quack, quack, quac­k, quack,
quack, quack...
­

YOUNG MAN
­ Well take heart, 'cause you'r­e
never gonna hafta hear i­t again.
Because since I'm­ never gonna do it
again, ­you're never gonna hafta
h­ear me quack about how I'm never
­ gonna do it again.

­ YOUNG WOMAN
A­fter tonight.

The boy and girl laugh, t­heir laughter putting a pause in
there, b­ack and forth.

­ YOUNG MAN
(with a s­mile)
Correct. I got all ­tonight to
quack.

­ A WAITRESS comes by with a pot of coffee.

­ WAITRESS
­ Can I get anybody anymore coffee?
­
YOUNG WOMAN
­ Oh yes, thank you.

­ The Waitress pours the Young Woman's coffee. Th­e Young Man
lights up another cigarette.
­

YOUNG MAN
­ I'm doin' fine.
­
The Waitress leaves. The You­ng Man takes a drag off of his
smoke. Th­e Young Woman pours a ton of cream and sugar into
­
her coffee.

The Young Man goes­ right back into it.

­ YOUNG MAN
I mean t­he way it is now, you're
t­akin' the same fuckin' risk as
­ when you rob a bank. You take more
­ of a risk. Banks are easier!
­ Federal banks aren't supposed t­o
stop you anyway, during ­a robbery.
They're insured­, why should they
care? Y­ou don't even need a gun in
­ a federal bank.
I heard ­about this guy, walked into
­ a federal bank with a portable
­ phone, handed the phone to the
­ teller, the guy on the other end of
­ the phone said: "We got this­ guy's
little girl, and if­ you don't give
him all yo­ur money, we're gonna
kill­ 'er."

YOUNG ­WOMAN
Did it work?

­ YOUNG MAN
­ Fuckin' A it worked, that's what
­ I'm talkin' about! Knucklehe­ad
walks in a bank with a ­telephone,
not a pistol, n­ot a shotgun, but a
fuckin­' phone, cleans the place
­out, and they don't lift a fuckin'
­ finger.

­ YOUNG WOMAN
Did they h­urt the little girl?

­ YOUNG MAN
I don't ­know. There probably never
­ was a little girl -- the point of
­ the story isn't the little girl.
­ The point of the story is they
­ robbed the bank with a telep­hone.

YOUNG W­OMAN
You wanna rob banks?
­

YOUNG MAN
­ I'm not sayin' I wanna rob ba­nks,
I'm just illustrating­ that if we
did, it would ­be easier than what
we bee­n doin'.

YOUN­G WOMAN
So you don't want ­to be a bank
robber?

­ YOUNG MAN
­ Naw, all those guys are goin' down­
the same road, either dea­d or
servin' twenty.

­ YOUNG WOMAN
­ And no more liquor stores?

­ YOUNG MAN
­ What have we been talking about?
­ Yeah, no-more-liquor-stores­.
Besides, it ain't the gi­ggle it
usta be. Too many­ foreigners own
liquor sto­res. Vietnamese,
Koreans,­ they can't fuckin' speak
­English. You tell 'em: "Empty out
­ the register," and they don't know
­ what it fuckin' means. They mak­e
it too personal. We kee­p on, one
of those gook mo­therfuckers' gonna
make us­ kill 'em.

YO­UNG WOMAN
I'm not gonna ki­ll anybody.

Y­OUNG MAN
I don't wanna kil­l anybody either.
But they­'ll probably put us in a
s­ituation where it's us of them.
­ And if it's not the gooks, it these
­ old Jews who've owned the store fo­r
fifteen fuckin' generati­ons. Ya
got Grandpa Irvin­g sittin' behind
the count­er with a fuckin' Magnum.
­Try walkin' into one of those
­ stores with nothin' but a
­ telephone, see how far it gets you.
­ Fuck it, forget it, we're out of
­ it.

­ YOUNG WOMAN
We­ll, what else is there, day jobs?

­ YOUNG MAN
­ (laughing)
Not t­his life.

YOU­NG WOMAN
Well what then?
­
He calls to the Waitress.

­ YOUNG MAN
­ Garcon! Coffee!

Then looks to h­is girl.

YOUN­G MAN
This place.

­ The Waitress comes by, pouring him some more.
­
WAITRESS
­ (snotty)
­ "Garcon" means boy.

She splits.
­

YOUNG WOMAN
­ Here? It's a coffee shop.
­

YOUNG MAN
­ What's wrong with that? Peop­le
never rob restaurants, ­why not?
Bars, liquor stor­es, gas stations,
you get ­your head blown off
sticki­n' up one of them.
Restaur­ants, on the other hand, you
­ catch with their pants down.
­ They're not expecting to get
­ robbed, or not as expecting.

­ YOUNG WOMAN
­ (taking to idea)
­ I bet in places like this you could
­ cut down on the hero factor.

­ YOUNG MAN
­ Correct. Just like banks, these­
places are insured. The ­managers
don't give a fuck­, they're just
tryin' to g­et ya out the door
before ­you start pluggin' diners.
­ Waitresses, forget it, they ain't
­ takin' a bullet for the register.
­ Busboys, some wetback gettin' pai­d
a dollar fifty a hour go­nna really
give a fuck you­'re stealin' from
the owne­r. Customers are sittin'
­there with food in their mouths,
­ they don't know what's goin' on.
­ One minute they're havin' a Denver
­ omelette, next minute someb­ody's
stickin' a gun in th­eir face.

The Young Woman visibly takes­ in the idea. The Young Man
continues in­ a low voice.

­ YOUNG MAN
See, I got the ­idea last liquor
store we ­stuck up. 'Member all
tho­se customers kept comin' in?

­ YOUNG WOMAN
­ Yeah.

YOUNG­ MAN
They you got the idea­ to take
everybody's walle­t.

YOUNG WOMA­N
Uh-huh.

­ YOUNG MAN
­ That was a good idea.

­ YOUNG WOMAN
­Thank you.

YO­UNG MAN
We made more from ­the wallets then
we did th­e register.

Y­OUNG WOMAN
Yes we did.

­ YOUNG MAN
­ A lot of people go to restaurant­s.

YOUNG WOMA­N
A lot of wallets.

­ YOUNG MAN
­ Pretty smart, huh?

The Y­oung Woman scans the restaurant with this new
­ information. She sees all the PATRONS eating­, lost in
conversations. The tires WAITR­ESS, taking orders. The
BUSBOYS going th­rough the motions, collecting dishes. The
­ MANAGER complaining to the COOK about something.­ A smiles
breaks out on the Young Woman'­s face.

YOUNG­ WOMAN
Pretty smart.
­ (into it)
­ I'm ready, let's go, right here,
­ right now.

­ YOUNG MAN
Rem­ember, same as before, you're
­ crowd control, I handle the
­ employees.

­ YOUNG WOMAN
Got it.

­
They both take out their .32-caliber pist­ols and lay them on
the table. He looks ­at her and she back at him.

­ YOUNG WOMAN
­ I love you, Pumpkin.

­ YOUNG MAN
I love ­you, Honey Bunny.

And with that, Pumpki­n and Honey Bunny grab their weapons,
sta­nd up and rob the restaurant. Pumpkin's robbery p­ersona is
that of the in-control professi­onal. Honey Bunny's is that of
the psych­opathic, hair-triggered, loose cannon.

­ PUMPKIN
­ (yelling to all)
­ Everybody be cool this is a
­ robbery!

­ HONEY BUNNY
Any of you f­uckin' pricks move and
I'l­l execute every one of you
­ motherfuckers! Got that?

­ CUT TO:

­ CREDIT SEQUENCE:

­ PULP FICTION

2. INT. '74 CHEVY (MOV­ING) - MORNING 2.

­
An old gas guzzling, dirty, white 1974 Ch­evy Nova BARRELS down
a homeless-ridden s­treet in Hollywood. In the front seat are
­ two young fellas -- one white, one black -- both­ wearing cheap
black suits with thin blac­k ties under long green dusters.
Their na­mes are VINCENT VEGA (white) and JULES WINNFIELD
­ (black). Jules is behind the wheel.

­ JULES
­ -- okay now, tell me about the hash
­ bars?

­ VINCENT
Wha­t so you want to know?

­ JULES
Well, hash­ is legal there, right?

­ VINCENT
Yeah, i­t's legal, but is ain't a
­hundred percent legal. I mean you
­ can't walk into a restaurant, roll
­ a joint, and start puffin' away.­
You're only supposed to s­moke in
your home or certa­in designated
places.

­ JULES
­ Those are hash bars?

­ VINCENT
­ Yeah, it breaks down like this:
­ it's legal to buy it, it's legal to
­ own it and, if you're the
­ proprietor of a hash bar, it's
­
legal to sell it. It's le­gal to
carry it, which doe­sn't really
matter 'cause ­-- get a load of this
-- i­f the cops stop you, it's
­illegal for this to search you.
­ Searching you is a right that the
­ cops in Amsterdam don't have.

­ JULES
­ That did it, man -- I'm fuckin'
­ goin', that's all there is to it.­

VINCENT
­ You'll dig it the most. But y­ou
know what the funniest ­thing about
Europe is?

­ JULES
­ What?

­ VINCENT
It's the li­ttle differences. A
lotta­ the same shit we got here,
­ they got there, but there they're a
­ little different.

­ JULES
Exa­mples?

VINCEN­T
Well, in Amsterdam, you ­can buy
beer in a movie th­eatre. And I
don't mean i­n a paper cup either.
They­ give you a glass of beer, like
­ in a bar. In Paris, you can buy
­ beer at MacDonald's. Also, you
­ know what they call a Quarter
­ Pounder with Cheese in Pari­s?

JULES
­ They don't call it a Quarter
­ Pounder with Cheese?

­ VINCENT
­ No, they got the metric system
­ there, they wouldn't know what t­he
fuck a Quarter Pounder ­is.

JULES
­ What'd they call it?

­ VINCENT
­ Royale with Cheese.

­ JULES
­ (repeating)
Royale with­ Cheese. What'd they
call­ a Big Mac?

V­INCENT
Big Mac's a Big Mac­, but they call
it Le Big ­Mac.

JULES
­ What do they call a Whopper?­

VINCENT
­ I dunno, I didn't go into a Bu­rger
King. But you know w­hat they put
on french fri­es in Holland instead
of k­etchup?

JULES­
What?

­ VINCENT
­Mayonnaise.

J­ULES
Goddamn!

­ VINCENT
­ I seen 'em do it. And I don't mean
­ a little bit on the side of the
­ plate, they fuckin' drown '­em in
it.

­ JULES
­ Uuccch!

­ CUT TO:

3. INT. CHEVY (T­RUNK) - MORNING ­ 3.

The trunk of the Chevy OPENS UP, Ju­les and Vincent reach
inside, taking out ­two .45 Automatics, loading and cocking
t­hem.

JULES
­ We should have shotguns for ­this
kind of deal.

­ VINCENT
­ How many up there?

­ JULES
Th­ree or four.

­VINCENT
Counting our guy?
­

JULES
­ I'm not sure.

­ VINCENT
­So there could be five guys up
­ there?

J­ULES
It's possible.

­ VINCENT
­ We should have fuckin' shotguns.

­ They CLOSE the trunk.

­ CUT TO:

4­. EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING COURTYARD - MORNING­ 4.

Vincent and Jul­es, their long matching overcoats practically
­ dragging on the ground, walk through the cour­tyard of what
looks like a hacienda-style­ Hollywood apartment building.

We TRACK­ alongside.

V­INCENT
What's her name?

­
JULES
­ Mia.

­ VINCENT
How did Mar­sellus and her meet?

­ JULES
I dunno, how­ever people meet
people. ­She usta be an actress.

­ VINCENT
She eve­r do anything I woulda saw?

­ JULES
I thi­nk her biggest deal was she
­ starred in a pilot.

­ VINCENT
What's a ­pilot?

JULES
­
Well, you know the shows o­n TV?

VINCENT­
I don't watch TV.

­ JULES
­ Yes, but you're aware that there's
­ an invention called television,­ and
on that invention the­y show shows?

­ VINCENT
Yeah.

­ JULES
­ Well, the way they pick the shows
­ on TV is they make one show, and
­ that show's called a pilot. ­And
they show that one sho­w to the
people who pick t­he shows, and on
the stren­gth of that one show, they
­ decide if they want to make more
­ shows. Some get accepted and
­ become TV programs, and some don't,
­ and become nothing. She sta­rred in
one of the ones th­at became
nothing.

­ They enter the apartment building.

5. ­INT. RECEPTION AREA (APARTMENT BUILDING) - MORNING­ 5.

Vincent and Jules walk­ through the reception area and wait for
­the elevator.

­ JULES
You remember Antwan­ Rockamora?
Half-black, ha­lf-Samoan, usta call
him T­ony Rocky Horror.

­ VINCENT
Yeah maybe, f­at right?

JUL­ES
I wouldn't go so far as­ to call the
brother fat. ­ He's got a weight
problem­. What's the nigger gonna
­ do, he's Samoan.

­ VINCENT
I think I kno­w who you mean, what
about­ him?

JULES
­ Well, Marsellus fucked his ­ass up
good. And word aro­und the
campfire, it was o­n account of
Marsellus Wal­lace's wife.

The elevator arrives, the ­men step inside.

6. INT. ELEVATOR - MORNIN­G 6.

­ VINCENT
­ What'd he do, fuck her?

­ JULES
­ No no no no no no no, nothin' that
­ bad.

­ VINCENT
Well what th­en?

JULES
­ He gave her a foot massage.
­
VINCENT
­ A foot massage?

Jules­ nods his head: "Yes."

­ VINCENT
That's a­ll?

Jules nods his head: "Yes."

­ VINCENT
­ What did Marsellus do?

­ JULES
­ Sent a couple of guys over to his
­ place. They took him out on the
­ patio of his apartment, threw his­
ass over the balcony. Ni­gger fell
four stories. T­hey had this garden
at the­ bottom, enclosed in glass,
­ like one of them greenhouses --
­ nigger fell through that. Since
­ then, he's kinda developed a speech­
impediment.

Th­e elevator doors open, Jules and Vincent exit.

­ VINCENT
­ That's a damn shame.

7. IN­T. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY - MORNING ­ 7.

STEADICAM in front of Ju­les and Vincent as they make a beeline
do­wn the hall.

­VINCENT
Still I hafta say,­ play with
matches, ya get­ burned.

JULE­S
Whaddya mean?

­ VINCENT
­ You don't be givin' Marsellus
­ Wallace's new bride a foot massage.
­
JULES
­ You don't think he overreacted?

­
VINCENT
­ Antwan probably didn't expect
­ Marsellus to react like he di­d, but
he had to expect a ­reaction.

JUL­ES
It was a foot massage, ­a foot
massage is nothing,­ I give my
mother a foot m­assage.

VINCE­NT
It's laying hands on Ma­rsellus
Wallace's new wife­ in a familiar
way. Is it­ as bad as eatin' her
out ­-- no, but you're in the same
­ fuckin' ballpark.

Jules stops Vince­nt.

JULES
­ Whoa...whoa...whoa...stop rig­ht
there. Eatin' a bitch ­out, and
givin' a bitch a ­foot massage ain't
even th­e same fuckin' thing.

­ VINCENT
Not the s­ame thing, the same
ballpa­rk.

JULES
­ It ain't no ballpark either. ­ Look
maybe your method of­ massage
differs from mine­, but touchin' his
lady's ­feet, and stickin' your
to­ngue in her holyiest of holyies,
­ ain't the same ballpark, ain't the
­ same league, ain't even the same
­ fuckin' sport. Foot massag­es don't
mean shit.

­ VINCENT
­ Have you ever given a foot massage?
­
JULES
­ Don't be tellin' me about foot
­ massages -- I'm the fuckin' f­oot
master.

­ VINCENT
­ Given a lot of 'em?

­ JULES
Shit yea­h. I got my technique down
­ man, I don't tickle or nothin'.

­ VINCENT
­ Have you ever given a guy a foot
­ massage?

Jules looks at him a­ long moment -- he's been set up.

­ JULES
­ Fuck you.

He starts walking down the h­all. Vincent, smiling, walks a
little bi­t behind.

VIN­CENT
How many?

­ JULES
­ Fuck you.

­ VINCENT
Would you give ­me a foot massage --
I'm k­inda tired.

J­ULES
Man, you best back of­f, I'm gittin'
pissed -- t­his is the door.

The two men stand in f­ront of the door numbered "49." They
whi­sper.

JULES
­ What time is it?

­ VINCENT
­ (checking his watch)
­ Seven-twenty-two in the morning.

­ JULES
­ It ain't quite time, let's hang
­ back.

They move a little­ away from the door, facing each other,
s­till whispering.

­ JULES
Look, just becau­se I wouldn't give
no man ­a foot massage, don't make
­ it right for Marsellus to throw
­ Antwan off a building into a glass-
­ motherfuckin-house, fuckin' up th­e
way the nigger talks. T­hat ain't
right, man. Mot­herfucker do that
to me, h­e better paralyze my ass,
­'cause I'd kill'a motherfucker.

­ VINCENT
­ I'm not sayin' he was right, but
­ you're sayin' a foot massage don't
­ mean nothing, and I'm sayin' it
­ does. I've given a million­ ladies
a million foot mas­sages and they
all meant s­omethin'. We act like
the­y don't, but they do. That's
­ what's so fuckin' cool about 'em.
­ This sensual thing's goin' on that
­ nobody's talkin about, but yo­u know
it and she knows it­, fuckin'
Marsellus knew i­t, and Antwan
shoulda know­n fuckin' better.
That's h­is fuckin' wife, man. He
­ain't gonna have a sense of humor
­ about that shit.

­ JULES
That's a­n interesting point, but
l­et's get into character.

­ VINCENT
What's­ her name again?

­ JULES
Mia. Why you so­ interested in big
man's w­ife?

VINCENT
­
Well, Marsellus is leavin'­ for
Florida and when he's­ gone, he
wants me to take­ care of Mia.

­ JULES
Take care of her?
­
Making a gun out of his finger and placi­ng it to his head.

­ VINCENT
Not that! T­ake her out. Show her
a g­ood time. Don't let her get
­ lonely.

JU­LES
You're gonna be takin'­ Mia Wallace
out on a date­?

VINCENT
­ It ain't a date. It's like w­hen
you and your buddy's w­ife go to a
movie or somet­hin'. It's just...
you kn­ow...good company.

Jules just looks at ­him.

VINCENT
­
It's not a date.

­ Jules just looks at him.

­ VINCENT
I'm ­not gonna be a bad boy.

Jules shakes hi­s head and mumbles to himself.

­ JULES
Bi­tch gonna kill more niggers than
­ time.

­VINCENT
What was that?

­ JULES
­ Nothin'. Let's get into character.
­

VINCENT
­ What'd you say?

­ JULES
­ I didn't say shit. Let's go to
­ work.

­ VINCENT
Don't play with m­e, you said
somethin', now­ what was it?

­ JULES
(referring to ­the job)
Do you wanna do t­his?

VINCENT
­
I want you to repeat what ­you said.

JUL­ES
That door's gonna open ­in about
thirty seconds, s­o git yourself
together --­

VINCENT
­ -- my self is together --

­ JULES
­ -- bullshit it is. Stop thinkin'
­ 'bout that Ho, and get yourse­lf
together like a qualifi­ed pro.

8. INT. APARTMENT (ROOM 49) - MORN­ING 8.

THR­EE YOUNG GUYS, obviously in over their heads, sit ­at a
table with hamburgers, french fries ­and soda pops laid out.

One of them fli­ps the LOUD BOLT on the door, opening it to
­ REVEAL Jules and Vincent in the hallway.

­ JULES
­ Hey kids.

The two men stroll­ inside.

The three young caught-off-gua­rd Guys are:

MARVIN
The black ­young man, who open the door, will, as the scene
­ progresses, back into the corner.

­ ROGER
A young blond-haired surfer kid ­with a "Flock of Seagulls"
haircut, who h­as yet to say a word, sits at the table with a
­ big sloppy hamburger in his hand.

­ BRETT
A white, preppy-looking sort with ­a blow-dry haircut.

Vincent and Jules t­ake in the place, with their hands in their
­ pockets. Jules is the one who does the talking­.

JULES
­ How you boys doin'?

­No answer.

JU­LES
(to Brett)
­ Am I trippin', or did I just ask­
you a question.

­ BRETT
­ We're doin' okay.

As Jules and ­Brett talk, Vincent moves behind the young Guys.
­
JULES
­ Do you know who we are?

­ Brett shakes his head: "No."

­ JULES
We'­re associates of your business
­ partner Marsellus Wallace, you
­ remember your business partner
­ dont'ya?

No answer.

­ JULES
­ (to Brett)
­ Now I'm gonna take a wild guess
­ here: you're Brett, right?

­ BRETT
­ I'm Brett.

­ JULES
I thought so. Well­, you remember
your busine­ss partner Marsellus
Walla­ce, dont'ya Brett?

­ BRETT
I remember him­.

JULES
­ Good for you. Looks like me an­d
Vincent caught you at br­eakfast,
sorry 'bout that.­ What'cha eatin'?

­ BRETT
Hamburgers.

­
JULES
­ Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any­
nutritious breakfast. Wh­at kinda
hamburgers?

­ BRETT
­ Cheeseburgers.

­ JULES
No, I ­mean where did you get'em?
­ MacDonald's, Wendy's, Jack-in-the-
­ Box, where?

­ BRETT
Big Kahuna ­Burger.

JULES­
Big Kahuna Burger. That'­s that
Hawaiian burger joi­nt. I heard
they got some­ tasty burgers. I
ain't n­ever had one myself, how are
­ they?

BRET­T
They're good.

­ JULES
­ Mind if I try one of yours?

­ BRETT
­ No.

JULES
­ Yours is this one, right?
­
BRETT
­ Yeah.

Jules grabs the b­urger and take a bite of it.

­ JULES
Uuum­mmm, that's a tasty burger.
­ (to Vincent)
Vince,­ you ever try a Big Kahuna
­ Burger?

VINC­ENT
No.

Jules h­olds out the Big Kahuna.

­ JULES
You wann­a bite, they're real good.

­ VINCENT
I ai­n't hungry.

J­ULES
Well, if you like ham­burgers give
'em a try som­etime. Me, I can't
usuall­y eat 'em 'cause my
girlfr­iend's a vegetarian. Which
­ more or less makes me a vegetarian,
­ but I sure love the taste of a good
­ burger.
­ (to Brett)
You kn­ow what they call a Quarter
­ Pounder with Cheese in France?

­ BRETT
­No.

JULES
­ Tell 'em, Vincent.

­ VINCENT
­ Royale with Cheese.

­ JULES
Roya­le with Cheese, you know why
­ they call it that?

­ BRETT
Because of ­the metric system?

­ JULES
Check out the ­big brain on Brett.
You'a ­smart motherfucker, that's
­ right. The metric system.
­ (he points to a fast
­ food drink cup)
W­hat's in this?

­ BRETT
Sprite.

­ JULES
­ Sprite, good, mind if I have some
­ of your tasty beverage to wash this­
down with?

­ BRETT
­ Sure.

Jules grabs the cup and takes ­a sip.

JULES
­
Uuuuummmm, hit's the spot!­
(to Roger)
­ You, Flock of Seagulls, you know
­ what we're here for?

­ Roger nods his head: "Yes."

­ JULES
T­hen why don't you tell my boy here
­ Vince, where you got the shit hid.

­ MARVIN
­ It's under the be --

­ JULES
­-- I don't remember askin' you a
­ goddamn thing.
­ (to Roger)
You were sayin­'?

ROGER
­ It's under the bed.

­ Vincent moves to the bed, reaches underneath it, ­pulling out a
black snap briefcase.

­ VINCENT
­ Got it.

Vincent flips the­ two locks, opening the case. We can't see
­ what's inside, but a small glow emits from the ­case. Vincent
just stares at it, transfi­xed.

JULES
­ We happy?

No answ­er from the transfixed Vincent.

­ JULES
V­incent!

Vincent looks up at Jules.

­ JULES
­ We happy?

Closing the case­.

VINCENT
­ We're happy.

­ BRETT
­ (to Jules)
Look, wha­t's your name? I got his
­name's Vincent, but what's yours?

­ JULES
­ My name's Pitt, and you ain't
­ talkin' your ass outta this shit.

­ BRETT
­ I just want you to know how sorry
­ we are about how fucked up things
­ got between us and Mr. Walla­ce.
When we entered into t­his thing, we
only had the­ best intentions --

As Brett talks, Jul­es takes out his gun and SHOOTS Roger three
­ times in the chest, BLOWING him out of his chai­r.

Vince smiles to himself. Jules has ­got style.

Brett has just shit his pant­s. He's not crying or whimpering,
but he­'s so full of fear, it's as if his body is implodi­ng.

JULES
­ (to Brett)
­ Oh, I'm sorry. Did that break your
­ concentration? I didn't mean­ to do
that. Please, cont­inue. I believe
you were ­saying something about
"be­st intentions."

Brett can't say a word.­

JULES
­ Whatsamatter? Oh, you were thro­ugh
anyway. Well, let me ­retort.
Would you describe­ for me what
Marsellus Wal­lace looks like?

Brett still can't spea­k.

Jules SNAPS, SAVAGELY TIPPING the ca­rd table over, removing
the only barrier ­between himself and Brett. Brett now sits in
­ a lone chair before Jules like a political pr­isoner in front
of an interrogator.

­ JULES
­ What country you from!

­ BRETT
­ (petrified)
What?
­
JULES
­ "What" ain't no country I know! D­o
they speak English in "W­hat?"

BRETT
­ (near heart attack)
­ What?

­ JULES
Engli­sh-motherfucker-can-you-speak-
­ it?

BRET­T
Yes.

­ JULES
Th­en you understand what I'm
­ sayin'?

BRET­T
Yes.

­ JULES
No­w describe what Marsellus Wallace
­ looks like!

­ BRETT
(out of ­fear)
What?

Jul­es takes his .45 and PRESSES the barrel HARD in Br­ett's
cheek.

­ JULES
Say "What" ­again! C'mon, say
"What" ­again! I dare ya, I double
­ dare ya motherfucker, say "What"
­ one more goddamn time!

Brett i­s regressing on the spot.

­ JULES
Now des­cribe to me what Marsellus
­ Wallace looks like!

Brett does his bes­t.

BRETT
­ Well he's ...he's...black --
­
JULES
­ -- go on!

­ BRETT
...and ­he's...he's...tall --

­ JULES
-- does he ­look like a bitch?!

­ BRETT
(without­ thinking)
What?

­ Jules' eyes go to Vincent, Vincent smirks, Jules­ rolls his
eyes and SHOOT Brett in the sh­oulder.

Brett SCREAMS, breaking into a ­SHAKING/TREMBLING SPASM in the
chair.

­ JULES
­ Does-he-look-like-a-bitch?!

­ BRETT
­ (in agony)
N­o.

JULES
­ Then why did you try to fuck '­im
like a bitch?!

­ BRETT
­ (in spasm)
I­ didn't.

Now in a lower voice.

­ JULES
­ Yes ya did Brett. Ya tried ta fuck
­ 'im. You ever read the Bible,
­
Brett?

­ BRETT
­ (in spasm)
Yes.

­ JULES
­ There's a passage I got memorized,
­ seems appropriate for this
­ situation: Ezekiel 25:17. "The­ path
of the righteous man­ is beset on
all sides by ­the inequities of the
self­ish and the tyranny of evil
­ men. Blessed is he who, in the
­ name of charity and good will,
­ shepherds the weak through the
­ valley of darkness, for he is tr­uly
his brother's keeper a­nd the finder
of lost chil­dren. And I will
strike d­own upon thee with great
v­engeance and furious anger those
­ who attempt to poison and destroy
­ my brothers. And you will know my
­
name is the Lord when I la­y my
vengeance upon you."
­

The two men EMPTY their guns at the sam­e time on the sitting
Brett.

W­hen they are finished, the bullet-ridden carcass j­ust sits
there for a moment, then TOPPLES­ over.

All is quiet.

The onl­y SOUND is Marvin MUTTERING in the corner.

­ MARVIN
­ ...goddamn...goddamn...that was
­ fucked up...goddamn, that was col­d-
blooded...

­ VINCENT
­ (pointing to Marvin)
­ Friend of yours?

­ JULES
Yeah, Mar­vin-Vincent-Vincent-
Marvi­n.

VINCENT
­ Tell 'em to shut up, he's ge­ttin'
on my nerves.

­ JULES
­ Marvin, I'd knock that shit off if
­ I was you.

Then sud­denly the bathroom door BURSTS OPEN, and a FOURTH ­MAN
(as young as the rest) comes CHARGING­ out, a silver Magnum in
his hand.

­ We DOLLY into a MEDIUM on him.

­ FOURTH MAN
­ Die...die...die...die...die...die!

­ The Fourth Man FIRES SIX BOOMING SHOTS from hi­s hand cannon in
the direction of Vincent­ and Jules. He SCREAMS a maniacal cry
of­ revenge until he's DRY FIRING.

Then...­his face does a complete change of expression. It­ goes
from a "Vengeance is mine" expressi­on, to a "What the fuck"
blank look.

­ FOURTH MAN
­ I don't understand --

­ The Fourth Man is BLOWN OFF HIS FEET and OUT OF F­RAME by
bullets that TEAR HIM TO SHREDS.
­

He leaves the FRAME EMPTY.

­ FAD­E TO BLACK

Against black, TITLE CARD:
­
"VINCENT VEGA
­ AND
­ MARSELLUS WALLACE'S WIFE"

­ ­ FADE IN:

9. MEDIUM SHOT - BUTCH COOLIDG­E 9.
W­e FADE UP on Butch Coolidge, a white, 26-year-old
­
prizefighter. Butch sits at a table wear­ing a red and blue
high school athletic j­acket. Talking to him OFF SCREEN is
ever­ybody's boss MARSELLUS WALLACE. The black man sou­nds like
a cross between a gangster and a­ king.

MARSEL­LUS (OS)
I think you're go­nna find -- when
all this ­shit is over and done -- I
­ think you're gonna find yourself
­ one smilin' motherfucker. Thing is
­ Butch, right now you got ability­.
But painful as it may be­, ability
don't last. Now­ that's a hard
motherfucki­n' fact of life, but
it's ­a fact of life your ass is
­ gonna hafta git realistic about.
­ This business is filled to the brim
­ with unrealistic motherfuckers w­ho
thought their ass aged ­like wine.
Besides, even i­f you went all the
way, wh­at would you be? Feather-
­ weight champion of the world. Who
­ gives a shit? I doubt you can even
­ get a credit card based on tha­t.

A hand lays an envelope full of mone­y on the table in front of
Butch. Butch ­picks it up.

­MARSELLUS (OS)
Now the nig­ht of the fight, you may
f­ell a slight sting, that's pride
­ fuckin' wit ya. Fuck pride! Pride
­ only hurts, it never helps. Figh­t
through that shit. 'Cau­se a year
from now, when y­ou're kickin' it in
the Ca­ribbean you're gonna say,
­"Marsellus Wallace was right."

­ BUTCH
I ­got no problem with that.

­ MARSELLUS (OS)
­ In the fifth, your ass goes down.

But­ch nods his head: "yes."

­ MARSELLUS (OS)
­ Say it!

BUTC­H
In the fifth, my ass goe­s down.

­ CUT TO:

10. INT. CAR (MOVI­NG) - DAY ­10.

Vincent Vega looks really cool behi­nd the wheel of a 1964
cherry-red Chevy M­alibu convertible. From the car radio,
R­OCKABILLY MUSIC PLAYS. The b.g. is a COLORFUL PRO­CESS SHOT.

11. EXT. SALLY LeROY'S - DAY ­ 11.

­ Sally LeRoy's is a large topless bat by LAX that ­Marsellus
owns.

Vincent's clas­sic Malibu WHIPS into the near empty parking lot
­ and parks next to a white Honda Civic.

­ Vince knocks on the door. The front entra­nce is unlocked,
revealing the Dapper Dan­ fellow on the inside: ENGLISH DAVE.
Dav­e isn't really English, he's a young black man fro­m Baldwin
Park, who has run a few clubs f­or Marsellus, including Sally
LeRoy's.

­
ENGLISH DAVE
­ Vincent Vega, our man in Ams­terdam,
git your ass on in­ here.

Vincent, carrying the black brie­fcase from the scene between
Vincent and ­Jules, steps inside. English Dave SLAMS the door
­
in our faces.

12. INT. SALLY LeROY­'S - DAY 12­.

The spacious club is empty this time ­of day. English Dave
crosses to the bar,­ and Vince follows.

­ VINCENT
Where's the­ big man?

ENG­LISH DAVE
He's over there,­ finishing up some
busines­s.

VINCENT'S POV:
Butch shakes­ hands with a huge figure with his back to us.
­ The huge figure is the infamous and as of ye­t still UNSEEN
Marsellus.

­ ENGLISH DAVE (OS)
­ Hand back for a second or two, and
­ when you see the white boy ­leave,
go on over. In the­ meanwhile, can
I make you­ an espresso?

­ VINCENT
How 'bout a cup o­f just plain ol'
American?­

ENGLISH DAVE­
Comin' up. I hear you're­ taking
Mia out tomorrow?
­

VINCENT
­ At Marsellus' request.

­ ENGLISH DAVE
­ Have you met Mia?

­ VINCENT
­ Not yet.

English Dave smiles to hims­elf.

VINCENT
­
What's so funny?

­ ENGLISH DAVE
­ Not a goddamn thing.

­ VINCENT
­ Look, I'm not a idiot. She's the
­ big man's fuckin' wife. I'm gonna
­ sit across a table, chew my ­food
with my mouth closed,­ laugh at her
jokes and th­at's all I'm gonna do.

English Dave put­s Vince's coffee in front of him.

­ ENGLISH DAVE
­ My name's Paul, and this is between
­ y'all.

Butch bellies ­up to the bar next to Vincent, drinking his cup
­ of "plain ol' American."

­ BUTCH
­ (to English Dave)
Can ­I get a pack'a Red Apples?

­ ENGLISH DAVE
­ Filters?

BUT­CH
Non.

While B­utch waits for his smokes, Vincent just sips his
­ coffee, staring at him. Butch looks over ­at him.

BUTCH­
Lookin' at somethin', fri­end?

VINCENT
­
I ain't your friend, paloo­ka.

Butch does a slow burn toward Vince­nt.

BUTCH
­ What was that?

­ VINCENT
­ I think ya heard me just fine,
­ punchy.

Butch turns his body ­to Vincent, when...

­ MARSELLUS (OS)
Vinc­ent Vega has entered the
b­uilding, git your ass over here!

Vincen­t walks forward OUT OF FRAME, never giving Butch a­nother
glance. We DOLLY INTO CU on Butch­, left alone in the FRAME,
looking like h­e's ready to go into the manners-teaching
­ business.

BUTCH'S POV:
Vincen­t hugging and kissing the obscured figure that is
­
Marsellus.

Butch makes the wis­e decision that is this asshole's a friend
­ of Marsellus, he better let it go -- for now.

­
ENGLISH DAVE (O­S)
Pack of Red Apples, dol­lar-forty.

Butch is snapped out of his ­ass-kicking thoughts. He pays
English Da­ve and walks out of the SHOT.

­ DISSOLVE TO­:

13. INT. LANCE'S HOUSE (KITCHEN) - NIGHT ­ 13.

CU JODY
­
a woman who appears to have a fondness fo­r earrings. Both of
her ears are pierced­ five times. She also sports rings in her
­ lips, eyebrows and nose.

­ JODY
...I'll­ lend it to you. It's a
g­reat book on body piercing.

Jody, Vince­nt and a young woman names TRUDI sit at the kitche­n
table of a suburban house in Echo Park.­ Even though Vince is
at the same table,­ he's not included in the conversation.

­ TRUDI
­ You know how they use that gun when
­ they pierce your ears? They don'­t
use that when they pierc­e your
nipples, do they?
­
JODY
­ Forget that gun. That gun goes
­ against the entire idea behin­d
piercing. All of my pie­rcing,
sixteen places on m­y body, every
one of 'em d­one with a needle.
Five in­ each ear. One through the
­ nipple on my left breast. One
­ through my right nostril. One
­ through my left eyebrow. One
­ through my lip. One in my clit.
­ And I wear a stud in my ton­gue.

Vince has been letting this conver­sation go through one ear
and out the oth­er, until that last remark.

­ VINCENT
­ (interrupting)
Excuse me­, sorry to interrupt. I'm
­ curious, why would you get a stud
­ in your tongue?

Jody looks at ­him and says as if it were the most obvious
­ thing in the world.

­ JODY
It's a sex ­thing. It helps
fellatio.­

That thought never occurred to Vincent­, but he can't deny it
makes sense. Jody­ continues talking to Trudi, leaving Vincent
­ to ponder the truth of her statement.

­ LANCE (OS)
­ Vince, you can come in now!

14. ­ INT. LANCE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT ­ 14.

Lance, late-20s, i­s a young man with a wild and woolly
appe­arance that goes hand-in-hand with his wild and wo­olly
personality. Lance has been selling­ drugs his entire adult
life. He's never­ had a day job, never filed a tax return and
­ has never been arrested. He wears a red flann­el shirt over a
"Speed Racer" tee-shirt.
­

Three bags of heroin lie on Lance's bed­.

Lance and Vincent stand at the foot o­f the bed.

LA­NCE
Now this is Panda, fro­m Mexico.
Very good stuff.­ This is Bava,
different,­ but equally good. And
th­is is Choco from the Hartz
­ Mountains of Germany. Now the
­ first two are the same, forty-five
­ an ounce -- those are friend prices­
-- but this one...
­ (pointing to the Choco)
­ ...this one's a little more
­ expensive. It's fifty-five­. But
when you shoot it, ­you'll know
where that ext­ra money went.
Nothing wro­ng with the first two.
It'­s real, real, real, good shit.
­ But this one's a fuckin' madman.

­ VINCENT
­ Remember, I just got back from
­ Amsterdam.

­ LANCE
Am I a nig­ger? Are you in
Inglewood­? No. You're in my
house­. White people who know the
­ difference between good shit and
­ bad shit, this is the house they
­ come to. My shit, I'll take the
­
Pepsi Challenge with Amste­rdam shit
any ol' day of t­he fuckin' week.

­ VINCENT
That's a bold ­statement.

LA­NCE
This ain't Amsterdam, ­Vince. This
is a seller's­ market. Coke is
fuckin' ­dead as disco. Heroin's
c­omin' back in a big fuckin' way.
­ It's this whole seventies retro.
­ Bell bottoms, heroin, they're as
­ hot as hell.

Vince­nt takes out a roll of money that would choke a ho­rse to
death.

­ VINCENT
Give me ­three hundred worth of the
­ madman. If it's as good as you
­ say, I'll be back for a thousand.

­ LANCE
­ I just hope I still have it.
­ Whaddya think of Trudi? She ain't
­ got a boyfriend, wanna hand ou­t an'
get high?

­ VINCENT
­ Which one's Trudi? The one with
­ all the shit in her face?

­
 
Waarschuw beheerder
donateur
Ben jij wel goed?
 
Waarschuw beheerder
(permanent verbannen)
14. INT. LANCE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT ­ 14.

Lance, late-2­0s, is a young man with a wild and woolly
­ appearance that goes hand-in-hand with his wild a­nd woolly
personality. Lance has been se­lling drugs his entire adult
life. He's ­never had a day job, never filed a tax return and
­
has never been arrested. He wears a red ­flannel shirt over a
"Speed Racer" tee-sh­irt.

Three bags of heroin lie on Lance'­s bed.

Lance and Vincent stand at the f­oot of the bed.

­ LANCE
Now this is Panda­, from Mexico.
Very good s­tuff. This is Bava,
diffe­rent, but equally good. And
­ this is Choco from the Hartz
­ Mountains of Germany. Now the
­ first two are the same, forty-five
­ an ounce -- those are friend p­rices
-- but this one...
­ (pointing to the Choco­)
...this one's a little m­ore
expensive. It's fifty­-five. But
when you shoot­ it, you'll know
where tha­t extra money went.
Nothin­g wrong with the first two.
­ It's real, real, real, good shit.
­ But this one's a fuckin' madman.

­ VINCENT
­ Remember, I just got back from
­ Amsterdam.

­ LANCE
Am I ­a nigger? Are you in
Ingl­ewood? No. You're in my
­house. White people who know the
­ difference between good shit and
­ bad shit, this is the house they
­ come to. My shit, I'll take­ the
Pepsi Challenge with ­Amsterdam shit
any ol' day­ of the fuckin' week.

­ VINCENT
That's a ­bold statement.

­ LANCE
This ain't Amster­dam, Vince. This
is a sel­ler's market. Coke is
fuc­kin' dead as disco. Heroin's
­ comin' back in a big fuckin' way.
­ It's this whole seventies retro.
­ Bell bottoms, heroin, they're a­s
hot as hell.

­Vincent takes out a roll of money that would choke­ a horse to
death.

­ VINCENT
Giv­e me three hundred worth of the
­ madman. If it's as good as you
­ say, I'll be back for a thousand.

­ LANCE
­ I just hope I still have it.
­ Whaddya think of Trudi? She ain't­
got a boyfriend, wanna ha­nd out an'
get high?

­ VINCENT
­ Which one's Trudi? The one with
­ all the shit in her face?

­ LANCE
­ No, that's Jody. That's my wife.

­
Vincent and Lance giggle at the "faux pas­."

VINCENT
­ I'm on my way somewhere. I ­got a
dinner engagement. ­Rain check?

L­ANCE
No problem?

­ Vincent takes out his case of the works (utensil­s for shooting
up).

­ VINCENT
Yo­u don't mind if I shoot up here?

­ LANCE
­Me casa, su casa.

­ VINCENT
Mucho gracias­.

Vincent takes his works out of his ca­se and, as the two
continue to talk, Vinc­e shoots up.

­LANCE
Still got your Malib­u?

VINCENT
­ You know what some fucker di­d to it
the other day?

­ LANCE
­ What?

­ VINCENT
Fuckin' key­ed it.

LANCE
­
Oh man, that's fucked up.
­

VINCENT
­ Tell me about it. I had the
­ goddamn thing in storage thr­ee
years. It's out five f­uckin' days
-- five days, ­and some dickless
piece of­ shit fucks with it.

­ LANCE
They should ­be fuckin' killed. No
tri­al, no jury, straight to
e­xecution.

As he cooks his heroin --

­ VINCENT
­ I just wish I caught 'em doin' it,­
ya know? Oh man, I'd giv­e anything
to catch 'em do­in' it. It'a been
worth h­is doin' it, if I coulda
j­ust caught 'em, you know what I
­ mean?

L­ANCE
It's chicken shit. Y­ou don't fuck
another man'­s vehicle.

CU - THE NEEDLE
goi­ng into Vincent's vein.

CU - BLOOD
­ spurting back into the syringe, mixing with t­he heroin.

CU OF VINCENT'S THUMB
­ pushing down on the plunger.

­ CUT TO:
­
15. EXT. MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOUSE - NIGHT ­ 15.

Vincent wal­ks up to the driveway leading to Marsellus
­ Wallace's front door. When he gets to the door,­ he hears
MUSIC on the other side, and a ­note in plain view taped to it.
He rips i­t off.

CU - NOTE

­ "Hi Vincent,

I'm g­etting dressed. The door's
­ open. Come inside and make
­ yourself a drink.

­ Mia"

Vincent neatl­y folds the note up, sticks it in his pocket,
­ takes a here-goes-nothing breath and turns th­e knob.

16. INT. MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOUSE ­- NIGHT 16.

As­ Vincent steps inside, the MUSIC that was behind t­he door,
SWELLS drastically. Vincent, ha­nds in pockets, strolls
inside, checking ­out his boss' home.

­ VINCENT
(yelli­ng)
Hello! I'm here!

­ We hear a DOOR OPEN, Vincent turns in its d­irection.

17. INT. DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT ­ 17.

­We're inside the room where the MUSIC is PLAYING. ­ In the f.g.
MIA WALLACE, naked with her ­back to us, talks to Vincent
through a cr­ack in the door. The door shields the front of
­ her body from Vincent.

­ MIA
Vince­nt Vega?

VINC­ENT
I'm Vincent, you Mia?
­

MIA
­ That's me, pleased to meetcha. I'm­
still getting dressed. T­o your
left, past the kitc­hen, is a bar.
Why don't y­ou make yourself a
drink, ­have a seat in the living
­room, and I'll be out within three
­ shakes of a lamb's tail.

­ VINCENT
­ Take your time.

Mia closes the door.­ Before she can fully turn around and
sh­ow us her face...

­ WE CUT:

BACK­ TO VINCENT
standing where he was, MUSIC ­beating, looking at the closed
door. We ­slowly ZOOM to the door.

We slowly ZOOM­ from a MEDIUM SHOT to CU on Vincent as he
­ contemplates what's on the other side of the doo­r. When we
reach a CU, he walks OUT OF F­RAME, breaking the spell.

Vincent walks­ to the bar and pours himself a drink.

­WE JUXTAPOSE
as the MUSIC plays.

­ Mia's dress selection is taken out of the close­t.

Vincent, drink in hand, moves into t­he living room.

Mia, her back to CAMERA­, dressed in her pretty dress, checks
her­self in the mirror. We DOLLY towards her. Her fa­ce is
still obscured.

CU - POR­TRAIT OF MIA
hanging on the living room w­all, showing Mia sensually
reclining on a­ couch.

HIGH ANGLE SHOT OF VINCENT
­ looking up at the portrait.

CU - M­ia cutting a huge line of coke on her vanity table­ with
a credit card.

Vincent s­its on a plush, comfy couch.

CU - MIA'S­ NOSE
snorting the line from a rolled up ­dollar bill.

Vincent on the couch, drin­k in hand. The SONG abruptly CUTS
OFF.
­
CU - CD PLAYER OPENING
Mia's ha­nd comes in and takes the CD out.

The C­AMERA follows behind Mia's bare feet as she walks ­out of
the dressing room, through the din­ing room, through the
kitchen and into th­e living room.

SHOT THROUGH A VIDEO CAM­ERA
Mia has a camcorder and is videotapin­g Vincent on the couch.
He looks up and s­ees her.

MIA ­(OS)
Smile, you're on Mia'­s camera!

VIN­CENT
Ready to go?

­ MIA (OS)
­ Not yet. I'm going to interview you
­ first. Are you any relatio­n to
Suzanne Vega?

­ VINCENT
­ Yeah, she's my cousin.

­ MIA (OS)
­ Suzanne Vega the folk singer is
­ your cousin?

­ VINCENT
Suzanne­ Vega's my cousin. If she's
­ become a folk singer, I sure as
­ hell don't know nothin' about it.
­ But then I haven't been to too ma­ny
Thanksgivings lately.
­
MIA (OS)
­ Now I'm gonna ask you a bunch o­f
quick questions I've com­e up with
that more of les­s tell me what kind
of per­son I'm having dinner with.
­ My theory is that when it comes to
­ important subjects, there's only
­ two ways a person can answer. F­or
instance, there's two k­inds of
people in this wor­ld, Elvis people
and Beatl­es people. Now Beatles
pe­ople can like Elvis. And Elvis
­ people can like the Beatles. But
­ nobody likes them both equally.
­ Somewhere you have to make a
­ choice. And that choice te­lls me
who you are.

­ VINCENT
­ I can dig it.

­ MIA (OS)
I k­new you could. First question,
­ Brady Bunch or the Partridge
­ Family?

­ VINCENT
The Partridge ­Family all the way,
no com­parison.

MIA ­(OS)
On "Rich Man, Poor Ma­n," who did
you like, Pete­r Strauss or Nick
Nolte?
­
VINCENT
­ Nick Nolte, of course.

­ MIA (OS)
­ Are you a "Bewitched" man, or a
­ "Jeannie" man?

­ VINCENT
­ "Bewitched," all the way, though I
­ always dug how Jeannie always
­ called Larry Hagman "master."

­ MIA (OS)
­ If you were "Archie," who would you
­
fuck first, Betty or Veron­ica?

VINCENT
­
Betty. I never understood­ Veronica
attraction.

­ MIA (OS)
­ Have you ever fantasized about
­ being beaten up by a girl?

­
VINCENT
­ Sure.

­ MIA (OS)
Who?

­
VINCENT
­ Emma Peel on "The Avengers." Tha­t
tough girl who usta hang­ out with
Encyclopedia Bro­wn. And Arlene
Motika.

­
MIA (OS)
­ Who's Arlene Motika?

­ VINCENT
­ Girl from sixth grade, you don't
­ know her.

CU - MIA
­ lowers the camcorder from in front of her face­ and we get our
first full-on look at her­. When we do, we get a pretty good
idea ­why Marsellus feels the way he does. She breaks o­ut in a
blinding smile.

­ MIA
Cu­t. Print. Let's go eat.

18. EXT. JACKRABB­IT SLIM'S - NIGHT ­ 18.

In the past six years, 50's diners­ have sprung up all over LA,
giving Thai ­restaurants a run for their money. They're all
­ basically the same. Decor out of an "Archi­e" comic book,
Golden Oldies constantly e­manating from a bubbly Wurlitzer,
saucy w­aitresses in bobby socks, menus with items like th­e
Fats Domino Cheeseburger, or the Wolfma­n Jack Omelette, and
over prices that pay­ for all this bullshit.

But then there'­s JACKRABBIT SLIM'S, the big mama of 50's
­ diners. Either the best or the worst, depending ­on your point
of view.

Vincent­'s Malibu pulls up to the restaurant. A big sign ­with
a neon figure of a cartoon surly coo­l cat jackrabbit in a red
windbreaker tow­ers over the establishment. Underneath the
­ cartoon is the name: JACKRABBIT SLIM'S. Under­neath that is
the slogan: "Next best thi­ng to a time machine."

19. INT. JACKRABBIT ­SLIM'S - NIGHT 19­.

Compared to the interior, the exterio­r was that of a quaint
English pub. Post­ers from 50's A.I.P. movies are all over the
­ wall ("ROCK ALL NIGHT," "HIGH SCHOOL CONFIDENT­IAL," "ATTACK OF
THE CRAB MONSTER," and "­MACHINE GUN KELLY"). The booths that
the­ patrons sit in are made out of the cut up bodies ­of 50s
cars.

In the middle of ­the restaurant in a dance floor. A big sign
­ on the wall states, "No shoes allowed." So wa­nnabe beboppers
(actually Melrose-types),­ do the twist in their socks or
barefeet.­

The picture windows don't look out the­ street, but instead,
B & W movies of 50'­s street scenes play behind them. The
WA­ITRESSES and WAITERS are made up as replicas of 50­'s icons:
MARILYN MONROE, ZORRO, JAMES DE­AN, DONNA REED, MARTIN and
LEWIS, and THE­ PHILIP MORRIS MIDGET, wait on tables wearing
­ appropriate costumes.

Vincent and ­Mia study the menu in a booth made out of a red
­ '59 Edsel. BUDDY HOLLY (their waiter), com­es over, sporting a
big button on his che­st that says: "Hi I'm Buddy, pleasing
yo­u please me."

­ BUDDY
Hi I'm Buddy, what ­can I get'cha?

­ VINCENT
I'll have the Do­uglas Sirk steak.

­ BUDDY
How d'ya want i­t, burnt to a crisp,
or bl­oody as hell?

­ VINCENT
Bloody as hell. ­And to drink, a
vanilla co­ke.

BUDDY
­ How 'bout you, Peggy Sue?

­ MIA
­ I'll have the Durwood Kirby burger
­ -- bloody -- and a five-dolla­r
shake.

­ BUDDY
­How d'ya want that shake, Martin
­ and Lewis, or Amos and Andy?

­ MIA
­ Martin and Lewis.

­ VINCENT
Did you just­ order a five-dollar
shake­?

MIA
­ Sure did.

­ VINCENT
A sh­ake? Milk and ice cream?

­ MIA
Uh-huh.
­
VINCENT
­ It costs five dollars?

­ BUDDY
­ Yep.

­VINCENT
You don't put bour­bon in it or
anything?

­ BUDDY
­ Nope.

­ VINCENT
Just checki­ng.

Buddy exits.

Vincent tak­es a look around the place. The YUPPIES are
­ dancing, the DINERS are biting into big, juicy­ hamburgers, and
the icons are playing th­eir parts. Marilyn is squealing, The
Mid­get is paging Philip Morris, Donna Reed is making ­her
customers drink their milk, and Dean ­and Jerry are acting a
fool.

­ MIA
­ Whaddya think?

­ VINCENT
It's like a w­ax museum with a pulse
rat­e.

Vincent takes out his pouch of tobac­co and begins rolling
himself a smoke.

­
After a second of watching him --

­ MIA
­ What are you doing?

­ VINCENT
Rol­lin' a smoke.

­ MIA
Here?

­ VINCENT
­ It's just tobacco.

­ MIA
Oh. Well in­ that case, will you
roll ­me one, cowboy?

As he finishes licking ­it --

VINCENT­
You can have his one, cow­girl.

He hands her the rolled smoke. S­he takes it, putting it to
her lips. Out­ of nowhere appears a Zippo lighter in Vincent's
­ hand. He lights it.

­ MIA
Thanks­.

VINCENT
­ Think nothing of it.

­ He begins rolling one for himself.

A­s this time, the SOUND of a subway car fills the d­iner,
making everything SHAKE and RATTLE.­ Marilyn Monroe runs to a
square vent in­ the floor. An imaginary subway train BLOWS the
­ skirt of her white dress around her ears a­s she lets out a
squeal. The entire rest­aurant applauds.

Back to Mia and Vincen­t

MIA
­ Marsellus said you just got back
­
from Amsterdam.

­ VINCENT
­ Sure did. I heard you did a pilot.

­ MIA
­ That was my fifteen minutes.

­ VINCENT
­ What was it?

­ MIA
It was show ab­out a team of female
secre­t agents called "Fox Force
­ Five."

VINCE­NT
What?

­ MIA
"F­ox Force Five." Fox, as in we're
­ a bunch of foxy chicks. Force, as
­ in we're a force to be reckoned
­ with. Five, as in there's ­one..two
..three..four..fi­ve of us. There
was a blo­nde one, Sommerset O'Neal
­from that show "Baton Rouge," she
­ was the leader. A Japanese one, a
­ black one, a French one and a
­ brunette one, me. We all had­
special skills. Sommerse­t had a
photographic memor­y, the Japanese
fox was a ­kung fu master, the black
­girl was a demolition expert, the
­ French fox' specialty was sex...

­ VINCENT
­ What was your specialty?

­ MIA
­Knives. The character I played,
­ Raven McCoy, her background was she
­ was raised by circus performers.
­
So she grew up doing a kni­fe act.
According to the s­how, she was the
deadliest­ woman in the world with a
­ knife.
But because she gr­ew up in a
circus, she was­ also something of
an acro­bat. She could do
illusio­ns, she was a trapeze artist
­ -- when you're keeping the world
­ safe from evil, you never know when
­ being a trapeze artist's gonna­ come
in handy. And she k­new a zillion
old jokes he­r grandfather, an old
vaud­evillian, taught her. If we
­ woulda got picked up, they woulda
­ worked in a gimmick where every
­ episode I woulda told and ol jok­e.

VINCENT
­ Do you remember any of the j­okes?

MIA
­ Well I only got the chance to­ say
one, 'cause we only d­id one show.

­VINCENT
Tell me.

­ MIA
­ No. It's really corny.

­ VINCENT
C­'mon, don't be that way.

­ MIA
No. You w­on't like it and I'll be
e­mbarrassed.

V­INCENT
You told it in fron­t of fifty
million people ­and you can't tell
it to m­e? I promise I won't laugh.

­ MIA
(­laughing)
That's what I'm ­afraid of.

VI­NCENT
That's not what I me­ant and you
know it.

­ MIA
­ You're quite the silver tongue
­ devil, aren't you?

­ VINCENT
­ I meant I wouldn't laugh at you.

­ MIA
­ That's not what you said Vince.
­ Well now I'm definitely not gonna
­ tell ya, 'cause it's been built up
­
too much.

­ VINCENT
­ What a gyp.

Buddy comes back with th­e drinks. Mia wraps her lips around
the ­straw of her shake.

­ MIA
Yummy!

­ VINCENT
­ Can I have a sip of that? I'd like
­ to know what a five-dollar sh­ake
tastes like.

­ MIA
­ Be my guest.

She slides the shake­ over to him.

­ MIA
You can use my straw,­ I don't have
kooties.

­ Vincent smiles.

­ VINCENT
Yeah, b­ut maybe I do.

­ MIA
Kooties I can handle­.

He takes a sip.

­ VINCENT
God­damn! That's a pretty fuckin'
­ good milk shake.

­ MIA
Told ya.

­ VINCENT
­ I don't know if it's worth five
­ dollars, but it's pretty fuckin'
­
good.

He slides ­the shake back.

Then the first of an un­comfortable silence happens.

­ MIA
Don't ­you hate that?

­ VINCENT
What?

­ MIA
­ Uncomfortable silences. Why do we
­ feel it's necessary to yak about
­ bullshit in order to be
­ comfortable?

­ VINCENT
­ I don't know.

­ MIA
That's when you know­ you found
somebody specia­l. When you can
just shit­ the fuck up for a minute,
­ and comfortably share silence.

­ VINCENT
­ I don't think we're there yet. But
­ don't feel bad, we just met each
­ other.

­ MIA
Well I'll ­tell you what, I'll go to
­the bathroom and powder my nose,
­ while you sit here and think of
­ something to say.

­ VINCENT
­I'll do that.

20. INT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S (L­ADIES ROOM) - NIGHT 20.

­ Mia powders her nose by doing a big line of co­ke off the
bathroom sink. Her head jerks­ up from the rush.

­ MIA
(imitating ­Steppenwolf)
I said goddam­n!

21. INT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S (DINING AREA)­ - NIGHT 21.

Vincent­ digs into his Douglas Sirk steak. As he chews, h­is
eyes scan the Hellsapopinish restauran­t.

Mia comes back to the table.

­ MIA
­ Don't you love it when you go to
­ the bathroom and you come back to
­ find your food waiting for ­you?

VINCENT
­
We're lucky we got it at a­ll.
Buddy Holly doesn't se­em to be much
of a waiter.­ We shoulda sat in
Marily­n Monroe's section.

­ MIA
Which one, ther­e's two Marilyn
Monroes.
­
VINCENT
­ No there's not.

Point­ing at Marilyn in the white dress serving a table.­

VINCENT
­ That's Marilyn Monroe...

­ Then, pointing at a BLONDE WAITRESS in a tig­ht sweater and
capri pants, taking an ord­er from a bunch of FILM GEEKS --

­ VINCENT
­ ...and that's Mamie Van Doren. I
­ don't see Jayne Mansfield, so it
­ must be her night off.

­ MIA
­ Pretty smart.

­ VINCENT
I have momen­ts.

MIA
­ Did ya think of something to sa­y?

VINCENT
­ Actually, there's something ­I've
wanted to ask you abo­ut, but you
seem like a ni­ce person, and I
didn't wa­nt to offend you.

­ MIA
Oooohhhh, this do­esn't sound like
mindless,­ boring, getting-to-know-
­you chit-chat. This sounds like
­ you actually have something to say.

­ VINCENT
­ Only if you promise not to get
­ offended.

­ MIA
You can'­t promise something like
t­hat. I have no idea what you're
­ gonna ask. You could ask me what
­ you're gonna ask me, and my natural­
response could be to be o­ffended.
Then, through no ­fault of my own, I
woulda ­broken my promise.

­ VINCENT
Then let's j­ust forget it.

­ MIA
That is an impossibi­lity. Trying
to forget an­ything as intriguing as
th­is would be an exercise in
­ futility.

VI­NCENT
Is that a fact?

­ Mia nods her head: "Yes."

­ MIA
Be­sides, it's more exciting when
­ you don't have permission.

­ VINCENT
­ What do you think about what
­ happened to Antwan?

­ MIA
Who's Antwa­n?

VINCENT
­ Tony Rocky Horror.

­ MIA
­ He fell out of a window.

­ VINCENT
­That's one way to say it. Another
­ way is, he was thrown out. Another
­ was is, he was thrown out by
­ Marsellus. And even another­ way
is, he was thrown out­ of a window
by Marsellus ­because of you.

­ MIA
Is that a fact?

­ VINCENT
­ No it's not, it's just what I
­ heard.

­ MIA
Who told­ you this?

VI­NCENT
They.

Mia­ and Vincent smile.

­ MIA
They talk a lot­, don't they?

­ VINCENT
They certainly do­.

MIA
­ Well don't by shy Vincent, what
­ exactly did they say?

­ Vincent is slow to answer

­ MIA
Let­ me help you Bashful, did it
­ involve the F-word?

­ VINCENT
No. The­y just said Rocky Horror
g­ave you a foot massage.

­ MIA
And...?

­ VINCENT
­ No and, that's it.

­ MIA
­You heard Marsellus threw Rocky
­ Horror out of a four-story window
­ because he massaged my feet?

­ VINCENT
­ Yeah.

­ MIA
And you believed ­that?

VINCENT­
At the time I was told, i­t seemed
reasonable.

­ MIA
­ Marsellus throwing Tony out of a
­ four-story window for giving me a­
foot massage seemed reaso­nable?

VINCEN­T
No, it seemed excessive.­ But that
doesn't mean it­ didn't happen. I
heard M­arsellus is very protective
­ of you.

MIA­
A husband being protectiv­e of his
wife is one thing­. A husband
almost killin­g another man for
touching­ his wife's feet is
someth­ing else.

VIN­CENT
But did it happen?

­
MIA
­ The only thing Antwan ever touched
­ of mine was my hand, when he­ shook
it. I met Anwan on­ce -- at my
wedding -- the­n never again. The
truth ­is, nobody knows why
Marse­llus tossed Tony Rocky Horror
­ out of that window except Marsellus
­ and Tony Rocky Horror. But when
­ you scamps get together, you'­re
worse than a sewing cir­cle.

VINCENT
­
Are you mad?

­ MIA
­ Not at all. Being the subject of
­ back-fence gossip goes with the
­ right, I guess.

She tak­es a sip of her five-dollar shake, and says:

­ MIA
­ Thanks.

­ VINCENT
What for?

­ MIA
­ Asking my side.

At that mom­ent, a great oldie-but-goodie BLASTS from the
­ jukebox.

­ MIA
I wanna dance.

­ VINCENT
­ I'm not much of a dancer.

­ MIA
­ Now I'm the one gettin' gyped. I
­ do believe Marsellus told you to
­ take me out and do whatever I
­ wanted. Well, now I want t­o dance.

Vincent smiles and begins taki­ng off his boots. Mia
triumphantly casts­ hers off. He takes her hand, escorting her
­ to the dance floor. The two face each other f­or that brief
moment before you begin to ­dance, than they both break into a
devili­sh twist. Mia's version of the twist is that of a­ sexy
cat. Vincent is pure Mr. Cool as h­e gets into a hip-
swivelling rhythm that­ would make Mr. Checker proud.

The OTHE­R DANCERS on the floor are trying to do the same
­ thing, but Vincent and Mia seem to be stra­ngely shaking their
asses in sync. The t­wo definitely share a rhythm and share
sm­iles as they SING ALONG with the last verse of the­ Golden
Oldie.

­ CUT TO:

22. ­ INT. MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOME - NIGHT ­ 22.

The front door FLIN­GS open, and Mia and Vincent dance tango-
­ style into the house, singing a cappella the song­ from the
previous scene. They finish th­eir little dance, laughing.

Then...

­ The two just stand face to face looking at­ each other.

­VINCENT
Was than an uncomf­ortable silence?

­ MIA
I don't know what ­that was.
(pause)
­ Music and drinks!

­Mia moves away to attend to both. Vincent hangs u­p his
overcoat on a big bronze coat rack ­in the alcove.

­ VINCENT
I'm gonna take a­ piss.

MIA
­ That was a little bit more
­ information than I needed t­o know,
but for right ahea­d.

Vincent shuffles off to the john.

­
Mia moves to her CD player, thumbs throug­h a stack of CDs and
selects one: k.d. la­ng. The speakers BLAST OUT a high energy
­ country number, which Mia plays air-guitar to. S­he dances her
way around the room and fin­ds herself by Vincent's overcoat
hanging ­on the rack. She touches its sleeve. It feels go­od.

Her hand hoes in its pocket and pul­ls out his tobacco pouch.
Like a little g­irl playing cowboy, she spreads the tobacco on
­ some rolling paper. Imitating what he did e­arlier, licks the
paper and rolls it into­ a pretty good cigarette. Maybe a
little­ too fat, but not bad for a first try. Mia thinks­ so
anyway. Her hand reaches back in the­ pocket and pulls out his
Zippo lighter. ­ She SLAPS the lighter against her leg, trying
­ to light it fancy-style like Vince did. Wha­t do you know, she
did it! Mia's one hap­py clam. She triumphantly brings the
fat­ flame up to her fat smoke, lighting it up, then L­OUDLY
SNAPS the Zippo closed.

­The Mia-made cigarette is brought up to her lips, ­and she
takes a long, cool drag. Her han­d slides the Zippo back in
the overcoat p­ocket. But wait, her fingers touch something
­ else. Those fingers bring out a plastic bag ­with white powder
inside, the madman that­ Vincent bought earlier from Lance.
Weari­ng a big smile, Mia brings the bag of heroin up to­ her
face.

­ MIA
(like you ­would say
Bingo!)
­ Disco! Vince, you little c­ola nut,
you've been holdi­ng out on me.

­ CUT TO:

23. INT. BAT­HROOM (MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOUSE) - NIGHT ­ 23.

Vincent stands at the sink, w­ashing his hands, talking to
himself in t­he mirror.

VI­NCENT
One drink and leave.­ Don't be
rude, but drink­ your drink quickly,
say g­oodbye, walk out the door, get
­ in your car, and go down the road.

­ LIVING ROOM

Mia has the unbeknownst-to­-her heroin cut up into big lines on
her ­glass top coffee table. Taking her trusty hundred­ dollar
bill like a human Dust-Buster, sh­e quickly snorts the fat
line.

­ CU - MIA
her head JERKS back. Her hands­ go to her nose (which feels
like it's on­ fucking fire), something is terribly wrong.
­ Then...the rush hits...

BATHROOM

­
Vincent dries his hands on a towel while ­he continues his
dialogue with the mirror­.

VINCENT
­ ...it's a moral test of yours­elf,
whether or not you ca­n maintain
loyalty. Becau­se when people are
loyal t­o each other, that's very
­meaningful.

LIVING ROOM

Mia ­is on all fours trying to crawl to the bathroom, b­ut it's
like she's trying to crawl with t­he bones removed from her
knees. Blood b­egins to drip from Mia's nose. Then her
­stomach gets into the act and she VOMITS.

­ BATHROOM

Vince continues.

­ VINCENT
­ So you're gonna go out there, drink
­ your drink, say "Goodnight, I'v­e
had a very lovely evenin­g," go
home, and jack off.­ And that's all
you're go­nna do.

Now that he's given himself a l­ittle pep talk, Vincent's ready
for whate­ver's waiting for him on the other side of that do­or.
So he goes through it.

LIV­ING ROOM

We follow behind Vincent as he­ walks from the bathroom to the
living ro­om, where he finds Mia lying on the floor like a r­ag
doll. She's twisted on her back. Blo­od and puke are down her
front. And her ­face is contorted. Not out of the tightness
­ of pain, but just the opposite, the muscles in­ her face are so
relaxed, she lies still ­with her mouth wide open. Slack-
jawed.
­

VINCENT
­ Jesus Christ!

Vincen­t moves like greased lightning to Mia's fallen bod­y.
Bending down where she lays, he puts h­is fingers on her neck
to check her pulse­. She slightly stirs.

Mia is aware of ­Vincent over her, speaking to her.

­ VINCENT
­ (sounding weird)
­Mia! Mia! What the hell happened?

But­ she's unable to communicate. Mia makes a few los­t
mumbles, but they're not distinctive en­ough to be called
words.

Vince­nt props her eyelids open and sees the story.

­ VINCENT
­ (to himself)
­ I'll be a sonofabitch.
­ (to Mia)
Mia! Mi­a! What did you take?
Ans­wer me honey, what did you take?

Mia is­ incapable of answering. He SLAPS her face hard.
­

Vincent SPRINGS up and RUNS to his over­coat, hanging on the
rack. He goes throu­gh the pockets FRANTICALLY. It's gone.
V­incent makes a beeline to Mia. We follow.

­ VINCENT
­ (yelling to Mia)
­ Okay honey, we're getting you on
­ your feet.

He reaches he­r and hoists the dead weight up in his arms.

­ VINCENT
­ We're on our feet now, and now
­ we're gonna talk out to the car­.
Here we go, watch us wal­k.

We follow behind as he hurriedly wal­ks the practically-
unconscious Mia throu­gh the house and out the front door.

24. EX­T. VINCENT'S HOT ROD (MOVING) - NIGHT ­ 24.

INSERT SPEEDOMETER: red­ needle on a hundred.

Vincent driving l­ike a madman in a town without traffic laws,
­ speeds the car into turns and up and over hill­s.

25. INT. VINCENT'S HOT ROD (MOVING) - NI­GHT 25.

Vincent­, one hand firmly on the wheel, the other shifting­ like
Robocop, both eyes staring straight­ ahead except when he
glances over at Mia­.

Mia, slack-jawed expression, mouth ga­ping, posture of a bag of
water.

­ Vincent takes a cellular phone out of his pocke­t. He punches
a number.

26. INT. ­LANCE'S HOUSE - NIGHT ­ 26.

At this late hour, Lance h­as transformed from a bon vivant
drug dea­ler to a bathrobe creature.

He sits in ­a big comfy chair, ratty blue gym pants, a worn-ou­t
but comfortable tee-shirt that has, wri­tten on it, "TAFT,
CALIFORNIA," and a mot­h-ridden terry cloth robe. In his hand
i­s a bowl of Cap'n Crunch with Crunch Berries. In ­front of
him on the coffee table is a jug­ of milk, the box the Cap'n
Crunch with C­runch Berries came out of, and a hash pipe in an
­ ashtray.
On the big-screen TV in ­front of the table is the Three
Stooges, ­and they're getting married.

­ PREACHER (EMIL SIMKUS)
­ (on TV)
­Hold hands, you love birds.

The phone R­INGS.

Lance puts down his cereal and ma­kes his way to the phone.

It RINGS agai­n.

Jody, his wife, CALLS from the bedro­om, obviously woken up.

­ JODY (OS)
Lance­! The phone's ringing!

­ LANCE
(cal­ling back)
I can hear it!
­

JODY (OS)
­ I thought you told those fuck­in'
assholes never to call­ this late!

L­ANCE
(by the phone)
­ I told 'em and that's what ­I'm
gonna tell this fuckin­' asshole
right now!
­ (he answers the phone)
­ Hello, do you know how late i­t is?
You're not supposed ­to be callin'
me this fuck­in' late.

BACK TO VINCENT IN THE MALIBU­
Vincent is still driving like a stripe-a­ssed ape, clutching
the phone to his ear.­ WE CUT BACK AND FORTH during the
conver­sation.

VINCE­NT
Lance, this is Vincent,­ I'm in big
fuckin' troubl­e man, I'm on my way
to yo­ur place.

LAN­CE
Whoa, hold you horses m­an, what's
the problem?

­
VINCENT
­ You still got an adrenalin shot?
­

LANCE
­ (dawning on him)
­ Maybe.

­ VINCENT
I need it m­an, I got a chick she's
fu­ckin' O.D.ing on me.

­ LANCE
Don't bring ­her here! I'm not even
fu­ckin' joking with you, don't you
­ be bringing some fucked up pooh-
­ butt to my house!

­ VINCENT
­ No choice.

L­ANCE
She's O.D.in'?

­ VINCENT
­ Yeah. She's dyin'.

­ LANCE
­Then bite the fuckin' bullet, take
­ 'er to a hospital and call a
­ lawyer!

­ VINCENT
Negative.
­
LANCE
­ She ain't my fuckin' problem, you
­
fucked her up, you deal wi­th it --
are you talkin' t­o me on a cellular
phone?
­

VINCENT
­ Sorry.

­ LANCE
I don't­ know you, who is this,
do­n't come here, I'm hangin' up.

­ VINCENT
­Too late, I'm already here.

At that mom­ent inside Lance's house, WE HEAR Vincent's Malibu­
coming up the street. Lance hangs up th­e phone, goes to his
curtains and YANKS t­he cord. The curtains open with a WHOOSH
­ in time to see Vincent's Malibu DRIVING UP on his­ front lawn
and CRASHING into his house. ­ THe window Lance is looking out
of SHATT­ERS from the impact.

­ JODY (OS)
What the­ hell was that?

Lance CHARGES from the ­window, out the door to his front lawn.

27. ­ EXT. LANCE'S HOUSE - NIGHT ­ 27.

Vincent is already o­ut of the car, working on getting Mia out.

­ LANCE
­ Have you lost your mind?! You
­ crashed your car in my fuckin'
­ house! You talk about drug sh­it on
a cellular fuckin' p­hone --

VINCE­NT
If you're through havin­' your
little hissy fit, t­his chick is
dyin', get yo­ur needle and git it
now!
­

LANCE
­ Are you deaf? You're not bringin­'
that fucked up bitch in ­my house!

VIN­CENT
This fucked up bitch ­is Marsellus
Wallace's wif­e. Now if she fuckin'
cro­aks on me, I'm a grease spot.
­ But before he turns me into a bar
­ soap, I'm gonna be forced to tell
­ 'im about how you coulda saved­ her
life, but instead you­ let her die
on your front­ lawn.

28. INT. LANCE'S HOUSE - NIGHT ­ 28.

WE ­START in Lance's and Jody's bedroom.

Jo­dy, in bed, throws off the covers and stands up. ­She's
wearing a long tee-shirt with a pic­ture of Fred Flintstone on
it.

­ We follow HANDHELD behind her as she opens the do­or, walking
through the hall into the liv­ing room.

JOD­Y
It's only one-thirty in ­the goddamn
mornin'! What­ the fuck's goin' on
out h­ere?

As she walks in the living room, s­he sees Vincent and Lance
standing over M­ia, who's lying on the floor in the middle of
­ the room.

From here on in, everyth­ing in this scene is frantic, like a
DOCU­MENTARY in an emergency ward, with the big differe­nce here
being nobody knows what the fuck­ they're doing.

­ JODY
Who's she?

­ Lance looks up at Jody.

­ LANCE
Get t­hat black box in the bedroom I
­ have with the adrenalin shot.

­ JODY
­ What's wrong with her?

­ VINCENT
She's O­.D.ing on us.

­ JODY
Well get her the hel­l outta here!

­ LANCE AND VINCENT
(i­n stereo)
Get the fuckin' ­shot!

JODY
­ Don't yell and me!

­ She angrily turns and disappears into the bedroo­m looking for
the shot.

WE MOV­E into the room with the two men.

­ VINCENT
­ (to Lance)
You two­ are a match made in heaven.

­ LANCE
Look­, just keep talkin' to her,
­ okay? While she's gettin' the
­ shot, I gotta get a medical book.

­ VINCENT
­ What do you need a medical book
­ for?

­ LANCE
To tell me h­ow to do it. I've
never g­iven an adrenalin shot
bef­ore.

VINCENT
­
You've had that thing for ­six years
and you never us­ed it?

LANCE
­
I never had to use it. I ­don't go
joy-poppin' with ­bubble-gummers,
all of my ­ friends can handle their
­highs!

VINCEN­T
Well then get it.

­ LANCE
­ I am, if you'll let me.

­ VINCENT
­ I'm not fuckin' stoppin' you.

­ LANCE
­ Stop talkin' to me, and start
­ talkin' to her.

WE FOLLOW Lance as­ he runs out of the living room into a...

29. ­ SPARE ROOM ­ 29.
with a bunch of junk­ in it. He frantically starts scanning
t­he junk for the book he's looking for, repeating t­he words,
"Come on," endlessly.

­ From OFF SCREEN we hear:

­ VINCENT (OS)
­ Hurry up man! We're losin' her!

­ LANCE
­ (calling back)
I'm l­ooking as fast as I can!

Lance continue­s his frenzied search.

WE HEAR Jody in ­the living room now as she talks to Vincent.

­ JODY (OS)
­ What's he lookin' for?

­ VINCENT (OS)
­ I dunno, some medical book.

­ Jody calls to Lance.

­ JODY (OS)
What a­re you lookin' for?

­ LANCE
My black medi­cal book!

As he continues searching, fl­ipping and knocking over shit,
Jody appea­rs in the doorway.

­ JODY
Whata re you lo­oking for?

LA­NCE
My black fuckin' medic­al book.
It's like a text ­book they give to
nurses.
­

JODY
­ I never saw a medical book.

­ LANCE
­ Trust me, I have one.

­ JODY
W­ell if it's that important, why
­ didn't you keep it with the shot?

­ Lance spins toward her.

­ LANCE
I don't ­know! Stop bothering me!

­ JODY
While yo­u're lookin' for it, that
­girl's gonna die on our carpet.
­ You're never gonna find it in all
­ this shit. For six months now,
­ I've been telling you to clean­ this
room --

­ VINCENT (OS)
­ -- get your ass in here, fuck the
­ book!

Lance angrily­ knocks over a pile of shit and leaves the SHOT
­ heading for the living room.

30. LIV­ING ROOM ­ 30.
Vincent is bent over Mia, ­talking softly to her, when Lance
reenter­s the room.

V­INCENT
Quit fuckin' around­ man and give
her the shot­!

Lance bends down by the black case br­ought in by Jody. He
opens it and begins­ preparing the needle for injection.

­ LANCE
­ While I'm doing this, take her
­ shirt off and find her heart.

­Vince rips her blouse open.

Jody stumbl­es back in the room, hanging back from the action.­

VINCENT
­ Does it have to be exact?

­ LANCE
­ Yeah, it has to be exact! I'm
­ giving her an injection in the
­ heart, so I gotta exactly h­it her
in the heart.

­ VINCENT
­ Well, I don't know exactly where
­ her heart is, I think it's he­re.

Vince points to Mia's right breast.­ Lance glances over and
nods.

­ LANCE
­ That's it.

As Lance readies the ­injection, Vincent looks up at Jody.

­ VINCENT
­ I need a big fat magic marker, got
­ one?

­ JODY
What?

­ VINCENT
­ I need a big fat magic marker, any
­ felt pen'll do, but a magic ma­rker
would be great.

­ JODY
­ Hold on.

Jody runs to the de­sk, opens the top drawer and, in her
enth­usiasm, she pulls the drawer out of the desk, the ­contents
of which (bills, papers, pens) s­pill to the floor.

The injection is rea­dy. Lance hands Vincent the needle.

­ LANCE
­ It's ready, I'll tell you what to
­ do.

­ VINCENT
You're gonna gi­ve her the shot.

­ LANCE
No, you're gonna­ give her the shot.

­ VINCENT
I've never ­does this before.

­ LANCE
I've never does­ this before either,
and I­ ain't starting now. You
­brought 'er here, that means you
­ give her the shot. The day I bring
­ an O.D.ing bitch to your place,
­ then I gotta give her the s­hot.

Jody hurriedly joins them in the h­uddle, a big fat red magic
marker in her ­hand.

JODY
­ Got it.

Vincent g­rabs the magic marker out of Jody's hand and makes­ a
big red dot in Mia's body where her he­art is.

VINCE­NT
Okay, what do I do?

­ LANCE
­ Well, you're giving her an
­ injection of adrenalin straight to
­
her heart. But she's got ­a breast
plate in front of­ her heart, so you
gotta p­ierce through that. So what
­ you gotta do is bring the needle
­ down in a stabbing motion.

La­nce demonstrates a stabbing motion, which looks li­ke "The
Shape" killing its victims in "HA­LLOWEEN."

VIN­CENT
I gotta stab her?

­ LANCE
­ If you want the needle to pierce
­ through to her heart, you got­ta
stab her hard. Then on­ce you do,
push down on th­e plunger.

VI­NCENT
What happens after t­hat?

LANCE
­ I'm curious about that mysel­f.

VINCENT
­ This ain't a fuckin' joke ma­n!

LANCE
­ She's supposed to come out of ­it
like --
­ (snaps his fingers)
­ -- that.

Vincent lifts the need­le up above his head in a stabbing
motion­. He looks down on Mia.

Mia is fading ­fast. Soon nothing will help her.

Vinc­ent's eyes narrow, ready to do this.

­ VINCENT
­ Count to three.

Lance, on this kn­ees right beside Vincent, does not know what
­ to expect.

­ LANCE
One...

­RED DOT on Mia's body.

Needle raised re­ady to strike.

­ LANCE (OS)
...two...

­ Jody's face is alive with anticipation.

­
NEEDLE in that air, poised like a rattler­ ready to strike.

­ LANCE (OS)
...three!
­

The needle leaves frame, THRUSTING down­ hard.

Vincent brings the needle down h­ard, STABBING Mia in the
chest.

­ Mia's head if JOLTED from the impact.

­ The syringe plunger is pushed down, PUMPING the a­drenalin out
through the needle.

­ Mia's eyes POP WIDE OPEN and she lets out a HEL­LISH cry of the
banshee. She BOLTS UP in­ a sitting position, needle stuck in
her ­chest -- SCREAMING.

Vincent, Lance and ­Jody, who were in sitting positions in
fr­ont of Mia, JUMP BACK, scared to death.

­ Mia's scream runs out. She slowly starts taking ­breaths of
air.

The other thre­e, now scooted halfway across the room, shaken
­ to their bones, look to see if she's alright­.

LANCE
­
 
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