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DISAPPEARS.Over black, we can HEAR in the distance, men talking.
JULES (OS) You ever read the Bible, Brett?
BRETT (OS) Yes!
JULES (OS) 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...".
FADE UP:
We're in the bathroom of the Hollywood apartment we were in earlier. In fact, we're
there at exactly the same time. Except this time, we're in the bathroom with the FOURTH
MAN. The Fourth Man is pacing around the small room, listening har d to what's
being said on the other side of the door, tightly CLUTCHING his huge silver .357
Magnum.
JULES (OS) "...blessed is he who, in the
name of charity and good will, shephered the weak through the valley of darkness. And I
will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to
poison a nd destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance
upon thee".
BANG! BANG! BOOM! POW! BAM BAM
BAM BAM BAM!
The Fourth Man freaks out. He THROWS himself against the back wall, gun
outstretched in front of him, a look of yellow fear on his face, ready to blow in half
anybody fool enough to stick their head through that door.
Then he listens to them talk.
VINCENT (OS) Friend of yours?
JULES (OS) Yeah, Marvin -- Vincent -- Vincent
-- Marvin.
Waiting for them isn't the smartest move. Bursting out the door and blowing them all
away while they're fuckin' around is the way to go.
The bathroom door BURSTS OPEN and the Fourth Man CHARGES out,
silver Magnum raised, FIRING SIX BOOMING SHOTS from his hand
cannon.
FOURTH MAN Die, you motherfuckers! Die!
DOLLY INTO Fourth Man, same as before.
He 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" exression, to a "What the fuck" blank look.
TWO SHOT -- JULES AND VINCENT
standing next to each other, unharmed. Amazing as it seems, none of the Fourth Man's shots
appear to have hit anybody. Jules and Vincent exchange looks like, "Are we
hit?" They're as confused at the shooter. After looking at each other, they bring
their looks up to the Fourth Man.
FOURTH MAN I don't understand --
The Fourth Man is taken out of the scenario by the two men's bullets who, unlike his, HIT
their marks. He drops DEAD.
The two men lower their guns. Jules, obviously shaken, sits down in a chair.
Vincent, after a moment of respect, shrugs it off. Then heads toward Marvin in the corner.
VINCENT Why the fuck didn't you tell us about that guy in
the bathroom? Slip your mind? Forget he was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?
JULES (to himself) We should be fuckin' dead right
now. (pause) Did you see that gun he fired at us? It was bigger than him.
VINCENT .357.
JULES We should be fuckin' dead!
VINCENT Yeah, we were lucky.
Jules rises, moving toward Vincent.
JULES That shit wasn't luck. That shit was somethin' else.
Vincent prepares to leave.
VINCENT Yeah, maybe.
JULES That was... divine intervention. You know what divine
intervention is?
VINCENT Yeah, I think so. That means God came down from
Heaven and stopped the bullets.
JULES Yeah, man, that's what is means. That's exactly what
it means! God came down from Heaven and stopped the bullets.
VINCENT I think we should be going now.
JULES Don't do that! Don't you fuckin' do that! Don't blow
this shit off! What just happened was a fuckin' miracle!
VINCENT Chill the fuck out, Jules, this shit happens.
JULES Wrong, wrong, this shit doesn't just happen.
VINCENT Do you wanna continue this theological discussion in
the car, or at the jailhouse with the cops?
JULES We should be fuckin' dead now, my friend! We just
witnessed a miracle, and I want you to fuckin' acknowledge it!
VINCENT Okay man, it was a miracle, can we leave now?
The Chevy Nova PROPELS itself into traffic.
Jules is behind the wheel, Vincent in the passenger seat and Marvin in the back.
VINCENT ...ever seen that show "COPS?" I
was watchin' it once and this cop was on it who was talkin' about this time he got into
this gun fight with a guy in a hallway. He unloads on this guy and he doesn't hit
anything. And these guys were in a hallway. It's a freak, but it happens.
JULES If you wanna play blind man, then go walk with a
Shepherd. But me, my eyes are wide fuckin' open.
VINCENT What the fuck does that mean?
JULES That's it for me. For here on in, you can consider my
ass retired.
VINCENT Jesus Christ!
JULES Don't blaspheme!
VINCENT Goddammit, Jules --
JULES -- I said don't do that --
VINCENT -- you're fuckin' freakin' out!
JULES I'm tellin' Marsellus today I'm through.
VINCENT While you're at it, be sure to tell 'im why.
JULES Don't worry, I will.
VINCENT I'll bet ya ten thousand dollars, he laughs his ass
off.
JULES I don't give a damn if he does.
Vincent turns to the backseat with the .45 casually in his grip.
VINCENT Marvin, what do you make of all this?
MARVIN I don't even have an opinion.
VINCENT C'mon, Marvin. Do you think God came down from
Heaven and stopped the bullets?
Vincent's .45 goes BANG!
Marvin is hit in the upper chest, below the throat. He GURGLES blood and SHAKES.
JULES What the fuck's happening?
VINCENT I just accidentally shot Marvin in the throat.
JULES Why the fuck did you do that?
VINCENT I didn't mean to do it. I said it was an accident.
JULES I've seen a lot of crazy-ass shit in my time --
VINCENT -- chill out, man, it was an accident, okay? You hit
a bump or somethin' and the gun went off.
JULES The car didn't hit no motherfuckin' bump!
VINCENT Look! I didn't mean to shoot this son-of-a-bitch,
the gun just went off, don't ask me how! Now I think the humane thing to do is put him out
of his misery.
JULES (can't believe it) You wanna shoot 'im again?
VINCENT The guy's sufferin'. It's the right thing to do.
Marvin, suffering though he is, is listening to this debate, not believing what he's
hearing.
JULES This is really uncool.
Vincent turns to the backseat, places the barrel of the .45 against Marvin's forehead.
Marvin's eyes are as big as saucers. He tries to talk Vince out of this, but when he opens
his mouth, only GURGLES come out.
JULES Marvin, I just wanna apologize. I got nothin' to do
with this shit. And I want you to know I think it's fucked up.
VINCENT Okay, Pontius Pilot, when I count three, honk your
horn. One... two...
CU of the steering wheel.
VINCENT (OS) ...three.
Jules presses down hard on the horn: HONK and BANG!
When we CUT BACK to the two men, the car is completely covered in
blood. It's all over everything, including Jules and Vincent.
JULES Jesus Christ Almighty!
VINCENT (to himself) Fuck.
JULES Look at this mess! We're drivin' around on a city
street in broad daylight --
VINCENT -- I know, I know, I wasn't thinkin' about the
splatter.
JULES Well you better be thinkin' about it now,
motherfucker! We gotta get this car off the road. Cops tend to notice shit like you're
driving a car drenched in fuckin' blood.
VINCENT Can't we just take it to a friendly place?
JULES This is the Valley, Vincent. Marsellus don't got no
friendly places in the Valley.
VINCENT Well, don't look at me, this is your town, Jules.
Jules takes out a cellular phone and starts punching digits.
VINCENT Who ya callin'?
JULES A buddy of mine in Toluca Lake.
VINCENT Where's Toluca Lake?
JULES On the other side of the hill, by Burbank Studios. If
Jimmie's ass ain't home, I don't know what the fuck we're gonna go. I ain't got any other
partners in 818. (into phone) Jimmie! How you doin' man, it's Jules. (pause)
List en up man, me an' my homeboy are in some serious shit. We're in a car we gotta get
off the road, pronto! I need to use your garage for a couple hours. (pause) Jimmie,
you know I can't get into this shit on a cellular fuckin' phone. But what I can say is m y
ass is out in the cold and I'm askin' you for some sanctuary 'til our people can bring us
in. (pause) I appreciate this, man -- (pause) We'll be gone by then. (pause)
-- Jimmie, I'm aware of your situation. I ain't gonna fuck things up for you. I give y ou
my word, partner, she'll never know we were there. (pause) Five minutes. Later.
He folds up the phone, turns to Vincent.
JULES We're set. But his wife come home from work in an hour
and a half and we gotta be outta there by then,
The Nova pulls into the garage of a two-bedroom suburban house.
Jules is bent over a sink, washing his bloody hands while Vincent stands behind him.
JULES We gotta be real fuckin' delicate with this Jimmie's
situation. He's one remark away from kickin' our asses out the door.
VINCENT If he kicks us out, whadda we do?
JULES Well, we ain't leavin' 'til we made a couple phone
calls. But I never want it to reach that pitch. Jimmie's my friend and you don't bust in
your friend's house and start tellin' 'im what's what.
Jules rises and dries his hands. Vincent takes his place at the sink.
VINCENT Just tell 'im not to be abusive. He kinda freaked
out back there when he saw Marvin.
JULES Put yourself in his position. It's eight o'clock in
the morning. He just woke up, he wasn't prepared for this shit. Don't forget who's doin'
who a favor.
Vincent finishes, then dries his hands on a white towel.
VINCENT If the price of that favor is I gotta take shit, he
can stick his favor straight up his ass.
When Vincent is finished drying his hands, the towel is stained with red.
JULES What the fuck did you just do to his towel?
VINCENT I was just dryin' my hands.
JULES You're supposed to wash 'em first.
VINCENT You watched me wash 'em.
JULES I watched you get 'em wet.
VINCENT I washed 'em. Blood's real hard to get off. Maybe if
he had some Lava, I coulda done a better job.
JULES I used the same soap you did and when I dried my
hands, the towel didn't look like a fuckin' Maxie pad. Look, fuck it, alright. Who cares?
But it's shit like this that's gonna bring this situation to a boil. If he were to com e
in here and see that towel like that...I'm tellin' you Vincent, you best be cool. 'Cause
if I gotta get in to it with Jimmie on account of you....Look, I ain't threatenin' you, I
respect you an' all, just don't put me in that position.
VINCENT Jules, you ask me nice like that, no problem. He's
your friend, you handle him.
Three men are standing in Jimmie's kitchen, each with a mug of coffee. Jules, Vincent
and JIMMIE DIMMICK, a young man in his late-20s dressed in a bathrobe.
JULES Goddamn Jimmie, this is some serious gourmet shit. Me
an' Vincent woulda been satisfied with freeze-dried Tasters Choice. You spring this
gourmet fuckin' shit on us. What flavor is this?
JIMMIE Knock it off, Julie.
JULES What?
JIMMIE I'm not a cobb or corn, so you can stop butterin' me
up. I don't need you to tell me how good my coffee is. I'm the one who buys it, I know how
fuckin' good it is. When Bonnie goes shoppin;, she buys shit. I buy the gourmet expensive
stuff 'cause when I drink it, I wanna taste it. But you know what's on my mind at this
moment? It ain't the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead nigger in my garage.
JULES Jimmie --
JIMMIE -- I'm talkin'. Now let me ask you a question, Jules.
When you drove in here, did you notice a sign out front that said, "Dead nigger
storage?"
Jules starts to "Jimmie" him --
JIMMIE -- answer to question. Did you see a sign out in
front of my house that said, "Dead nigger storage?"
JULES (playing along) Naw man, I didn't.
JIMMIE You know why you didn't see that sign?
JULES Why?
JIMMIE Cause storin' dead niggers ain't my fuckin' business,
that's why!
Jules starts to "Jimmie" him.
JIMMIE -- I ain't through! Now don't you understand that if
Bonnie comes home and finds a dead body in her house, I'm gonna get divorced. No marriage
counselor, no trial separation -- fuckin' divorced. And I don't wanna get fuckin'
divorced. The last time me an' Bonnie talked about this shit was gonna be the last time me
an' Bonnie talked about this shit. Now I wanna help ya out Julie, I really do. But I ain't
gonna lose my wife doin' it.
JULES Jimmie --
JIMMIE -- don't fuckin' Jimmie me, man, I can't be Jimmied.
There's nothin' you can say that's gonna make me forget I love my wife. Now she's workin'
the graveyard shift at the hospital. She'll be comin' home in less than an hour a nd a
half. Make your phone calls, talk to your people, than get the fuck out of my house.
JULES That's all we want. We don't wanna fuck up your shit,
We just need to call our people to bring us in.
JIMMIE Then I suggest you get to it. Phone's in my bedroom.
As Jules crosses the room, exiting.
JULES (calling behind him) You're a friend, Jimmie,
you're a good fuckin' friend!
JIMMIE (to himself) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm
a real good friend. Good friend, bad husband, soon to be ex-husband. (look up and sees
Vincent) Who the fuck are you?
VINCENT I'm Vincent. And Jimmie, thank a bunch,
The two men laugh.
JIMMIE Don't mention it.
Marsellus Wallace sits at his dining table in a big comfy robe, eating his large
breakfast, while talking on the phone.
MARSELLUS ...well, say she comes home. Whaddya think she'll
do? (pause) No fuckin' shit she'll freak. That ain't no kinda answer. You know 'er,
I don't. How bad, a lot or a little?
Jules paces around in Jimmie's bedroom on the phone.
JULES You got to appreciate what an explosive element this
Bonnie situation is. If she comes home from a hard day's work and finds a bunch of
gangsters doin' a bunch of gangsta' shit in her kitchen, ain't no tellin' what she's apt
to do.
MARSELLUS Let us speak of the unspeakable.
JULES Possibility exists, but unlikely.
MARSELLUS Why possible but unlikely?
JULES 'Cause if push met shove, you know I'll take care of
business. But push ain't never gonna meet shove. Because You're gonna solve this shit for
us. You're gonna take our asses outta the cold and bring it inside where it's warm .
'Cause if I gotta get into it with my friend about his wife over your boy Vincent, I'm
gonna have bad feelings.
MARSELLUS I've grasped that, Jules. All I'm doin' is
contemplating the "ifs".
JULES I don't wanna hear about no motherfuckin'
"ifs". What I wanna hear from your ass is: "you ain't got no problems,
Jules. I'm on the motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for the
cavalry, which should be comin' directly".
MARSELLUS You ain't got no problems, Jules. I'm on the
motherfucker. Go back in there, chill them niggers out and wait for The Wolf, who should
be comin' directly.
JULES You sendin' The Wolf?
MARSELLUS Feel better?
JULES Shit Negro, that's all you had to say.
The CAMERA looks through the bedroom doorway of a hotel suite into the main
area. We SEE a crap game being played on a fancy crap table by GAMBLERS in
tuxedos and LUCKY LADIES in fancy evening gowns. The CAMERA PANS
to the right revealing: sitting on a bed, phone in hand with his back to us, the
tuxedo-clad WINSTON WOLF aka "THE WOLF".
We also see The Wolf has a small notepad that he jots details in.
THE WOLF (into phone) Is she the hysterical
type? (pause) When she due? (jotting down) Give me the principals' names
again? (jots down) Jules....
We SEE his book. The page has written on it:
1265 RIVERSIDE DRIVE
TOLUCA LAKE
JULES (BLACK)
THE WOLF ...Vincent...Jimmie...Bonnie....
He writes:
VINCENT (WHITE)
JIMMY
BONNIE (9:30)
ONE BODY
NO HEAD
THE WOLF Expect a call around 10:30. It's about
thirty minutes away. I'll be there in ten.
He hangs up. We never see his face.
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A silver Porsche WHIPS the corner leading to Jimmie's home, in HYPER DRIVE.
Easily doing 135 mph, the Porsche stops on a dime in front of Jimmie's house.
A ringed finger touches the doorbell: DING DONG.
Jimmie opens the door. We see, standing in the doorway, the tuxedo-clad man. He looks
down to his notebook, then up at Jimmie.
THE WOLF You're Jimmie, right? This is your house?
JIMMIE Yeah.
THE WOLF (stick his hand out) I'm Winston
Wolf, I solve problems.
JIMMIE Good, 'cause we got one.
THE WOLF So I heard. May I come in?
JIMMIE Please do.
The two men walk to the dining room.
THE WOLF I want to convey Mr. Wallace's gratitude
with the help you're providing on this matter. Let me assure you Jimmie, Mr. Wallace's
gratitude is worth having.
In the dining room, Jules and Vincent stand up.
THE WOLF You must be Jules, which would make you
Vincent. Let's get down to brass tacks, gentlemen. If I was informed correctly, the clock
is ticking, is that right, Jimmie?
JIMMIE 100%.
THE WOLF Your wife, Bonnie... (refers to his pad)
...comes home at 9:30 in the AM, is that correct?
JIMMIE Uh-huh.
THE WOLF I was led to believe if she comes home and
finds us here, she wouldn't appreciate it none too much.
JIMMMIE She won't at that.
THE WOLF That give use forty minutes to get the fuck
outta Dodge, which, if you do what I say when I say it, should by plenty. Now you got a
corpse in a car, minus a head, in a garage. Take me to it.
The three men hand back as The Wolf examines the car. He studies the car in silence,
opening the door, looking inside, circling it.
THE WOLF Jimmie?
JIMMIE Yes.
THE WOLF Do me a favor, will ya? Thought I smelled
some coffee in there. Would you make me a cup?
JIMMIE Sure, how do you take it?
THE WOLF Lotsa cream, lotsa sugar.
Jimmie exists. The Wolf continues his examination.
THE WOLF About the car, is there anything I need to
know? Does it stall, does it make a lot of noise, does it smoke, is there gas in it,
anything?
JULES Aside from how it looks, the car's cool.
THE WOLF Positive? Don't get me out on the road and I
find out the brake lights don't work.
JULES Hey man, as far as I know, the motherfucker's tip-top.
THE WOLF Good enough, let's go back to the kitchen.
Jimmie hands The Wolf a cup of coffee.
THE WOLF Thank you, Jimmie.
He takes a sip, then, pacing as he thinks, lays out for the three men the plan of
action.
THE WOLF Okay first thing, you two. (meaning Jules
and Vincent) Take the body, stick it in the trunk. Now Jimmie, this looks to be a
pretty domesticated house. That would lead me to believe that in the garage or under the
sink, you got a bunch of cleaners and cleaners and shit like that, am I correct?
JIMMIE Yeah. Exactly. Under the sink.
THE WOLF Good. What I need you two fellas to do is
take those cleaning products and clean the inside of the car. And I'm talkin' fast, fast,
fast. You need to go in the backseat, scoop up all those little pieces of brain and skull.
Get it out of there. Wipe down the upholstery -- now when it comes to upholstery, it don't
need to be spic and span, you don't need to eat off in. Give it a good once over. What you
need to take care of are the really messy parts. The pools of blood that have collected,
you gotta soak that shit up. But the windows are a different story. Them you really clean.
Get the Windex, do a good job. Now Jimmie, we need to raid your linen closet. I need
blankets, I need comforters, I need quilts, I need bedspreads. The thicker the better, the
darker the better. No whites, can't use 'em. We need to camouflage the interior of the
car. We're gonna line the front seat and the backseat and the floor boards with quilts and
blankets. If a cop stops us and starts stickin' his big snout in the car, the subterfuge
won't last. But at a glance, the car will appear to be normal. Jimmie -- lead the way,
boys -- get to work.
The Wolf and Jimmie turn, heading for the bedroom, leaving Vincent and Jules standing
in the kitchen.
VINCENT (calling after him) A "please"
would be nice.
The Wolf stops and turns around.
THE WOLF Come again?
VINCENT I said a "please" would be nice.
The Wolf takes a step toward him.
THE WOLF Set is straight, Buster. I'm not here to say
"please". I'm here to tell you want to do. And if self-preservation is an
instinct you possess, you better fuckin' do it and do it quick. I'm here to help. If my
help's not app reciated, lotsa luck gentlemen.
JULES It ain't that way, Mr. Wolf. Your help is definitely
appreciated.
VINCENT I don't mean any disrespect. I just don't like
people barkin' orders at me.
THE WOLF If I'm curt with you, it's because time is a
factor. I think fast, I talk fast, and I need you guys to act fast if you want to get out
of this. So pretty please, with sugar on top, clean the fuckin' car.
Jimmie's gathering all the bedspreads, quilts and linen he has. The Wolf is on the
phone.
THE WOLF (into phone) It's a 1974 Chevy Nova. (pause)
White. (pause) Nothin', except for the mess inside. (pause) About twenty
minutes. (pause) Nobody who'll be missed. (pause) You're a good man, Joe.
See ya soon. (he looks at Jimm ie) How we comin', Jimmie?
Jimmie comes over with a handful of linen.
JIMMIE Mr. Wolf, you gotta understand somethin' --
THE WOLF -- Winston, Jimmie -- please, Winston.
JIMMIE You gotta understand something, Winston. I want to
help you guys out and all, but that's my best linen. It was a wedding present from my
Uncle Conrad and Aunt Ginny, and they ain't with us anymore --
THE WOLF -- let me ask you a question, if you don't
mind?
JIMMIE Sure.
THE WOLF Were you Uncle Conrad and Aunt Ginny
millionaires?
JIMMIE No.
THE WOLF Well, your Uncle Marsellus is. And I'm
positive if Uncle Conrad and Aunt Ginny were millionaires, they would've furnished you
with a whole bedroom set, which your Uncle Marsellus is more than happy to do. (takes
out a roll of bills) I like oak myself, that's what's in my bedroom. How 'bout you
Jimmie, you an oak man?
JIMMIE Oak's nice.
Both Jules and Vincent are inside the car cleaning it up. Vincent is in the front seat
washing windows, while Jules is in the backseat, picking up little pieces of skull and
gobs of brain. Both are twice as bloody as they were before.
JULES I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is
some fucked-up repugnant shit!
VINCENT Did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man
admits he's wrong, he's immediately forgiven for all wrong-doings?
JULES Man, get outta my face with that shit! The
motherfucker who said that never had to pick up itty- bitty pieces of skull with his
fingers on account of your dumb ass.
VINCENT I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the
abuse I'll take. And you're crossin' it. I'm a race car and you got me in the red. Redline
7000, that's where you are. Just know, it's fuckin' dangerous to be drivin' a ra ce car
when it's in the red. It could blow.
JULES You're gettin' ready to blow? I'm a
mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker! Every time my fingers touch brain I'm "SUPERFLY
T.N.T.", I'm the "GUNS OF NAVARONE". I'm what Jimmie Walker usta talk
about. I n fact, what the fuck am I doin' in the back? You're the motherfucker should be
on brain detail. We're tradin'. I'm washin' windows and you're pickin' up this nigger's
skull.
The interior of the car has been cleaned and lined with bedspreads and quilts. Believe
it or not, what looked like a portable slaughterhouse can actually pass for a non-descript
vehicle.
The Wolf circles the car examining it.
Jules and Vincent stand aside, their clothes are literally a bloody mess, but they do
have a sense of pride in what a good job they've done.
THE WOLF Fine job, gentlemen. We may get out of this
yet.
JIMMIE I can't believe that's the same car.
THE WOLF Well, let's not start suckin' each other's
dicks quite yet. Phase one is complete, clean the car, which moves us right along to phase
two, clean you two.
Jules and Vincent stand side by side in their black suits, covered in blood, in
Jimmie's backyard. Jimmie holds a plastic Hefty trash bag, while The Wolf holds a garden
hose with one of those guns nossles attached.
THE WOLF Strip.
VINCENT All the way?
THE WOLF To your bare ass.
As they follow directions, The Wolf enjoys a smoke.
THE WOLF Quickly gentlemen, we got about fifteen
minutes before Jimmie's better-half comes pulling into the driveway.
JULES This morning air is some chilly shit.
VINCENT Are you sure this is absolutely necessary?
THE WOLF You know what you two look like?
VINCENT What?
THE WOLF Like a couple of guys who just blew off
somebody's head. Yes, strippin' off those bloody rags is absolutely necessary. Toss the
clothes in Jim's garbage bag.
JULES Now Jimmie, don't do nothin' stupid like puttin' that
out in front of your house for Elmo the garbage man to take away.
THE WOLF Don't worry, we're takin' it with us. Jim,
the soap.
He hands the now-naked men a bar of soap.
THE WOLF Okay gentlemen, you're both been to County
before, I'm sure. Here it comes.
He hits the trigger, water SHOOTS OUT, SMACKING both men.
JULES Goddamn, that water's fuckin' cold!
THE WOLF Better you than me, gentlemen.
The two men, trembling, scrub themselves.
THE WOLF Don't be afraid of the soap, spread it
around.
The Wolf stops the hose, tossing it on the ground.
THE WOLF Towel 'em.
Jimmie tosses them each a towel, which they rub furiously across their bodies.
THE WOLF You're dry enough, give 'em their clothes.
JIMMIE Okay fellas, in the one-size-fits-all category, we
got swim trunks, one red -- one white. And two extra-large tee-shirts. A UC Santa Cruz
shirt and an "I'm with Stupid" shirt.
JULES I get the "I'm with Stupid" shirt.
FADE UP ON:
Jules and Vincent in their tee-shirts and swim trunks. They look a million miles away
from the black-suited, bad-asses we first met.
THE WOLF Perfect. Perfect. We couldn't've planned
this better. You guys look like... what do they look like, Jimmie?
JIMMIE Dorks. They look like a couple of dorks.
The Wolf and Jimmie laugh.
JULES Ha ha ha. They're your clothes, motherfucker.
JIMMIE I guess you just gotta know how to wear them.
JULES Yeah, well, our asses ain't the expert on wearin'
dorky shit that your is.
THE WOLF C'mon, gentlemen, we're laughin' and jokin'
our way into prison. Don't make me beg.
They start walking through the house to the garage.
JIMMIE Wait a minute, before you guys split, I wanna get a
picture of this.
JULES Jimmie, have you forgotten about your wife comin'
home?
JIMMIE It won't take a second.
VINCENT I don't like this photograph shit.
JIMMIE Sorry -- my house, my rules.
The garbage bag is tossed in the car trunk on top of Marvin. The Wolf SLAMS is
closed.
THE WOLF Gentlemen, let's get our rules of the road
straight. We're going to a place called Monster Joe's Truck and Tow. Monster Joe and his
daughter Raquel are sympathetic to out dilemma. The place is North Hollywood, so a few twi
st and turns aside, we'll be goin' up Hollywood Way. Now I'll drive the tainted car.
Jules, you ride with me. Vincent, you follow in my Porsche. Now if we cross the path of
any John Q. Laws, nobody does a fuckin' thing 'til I do something. (to Jules) What
did I say?
JULES Don't do shit unless --
THE WOLF -- unless what?
JULES Unless you do it first.
THE WOLF Spoken like a true prodigy. (to Vincent)
How 'bout you, Lash Larue? Can you keep your spurs from jingling and jangling?
VINCENT I'm cool, Mr. Wolf. My gun just went off, I dunno
how.
THE WOLF Fair enough. (he throws Vince his car
keys) I drive real fuckin' fast, so keep up. If I get my car back any different than I
gave it, Monster Joe's gonna be disposing of two bodies.
JULES Why do you drive fast?
THE WOLF Because it's a lot of fun.
Jules and Vincent laugh.
THE WOLF Let's move.
Jimmie comes through the door, camera in hand.
JIMMIE Wait a minute, I wanna take a picture.
JULES We ain't got time, man.
JIMMIE We got time for one picture. You and Vincent get
together.
Jules and Vincent stand next to each other.
JIMMIE Okay, you guys put your arms around each other.
The two men look at each other and, after a long beat, a smile breaks out. They put
their arms around each other.
JIMMIE Okay Winston, get in there.
THE WOLF I ain't no model.
JIMMIE After what a cool guy I've been, I can't believe you
do me like this. It's the only thing I asked.
JULES & VINCENT C'mon, Mr. Wolf....
THE WOLF Okay, one photo and we go.
SLOW DOLLY TOWARD A LONE CAMERA
JIMMIE (OS) Everybody say Pepsi.
JULES (OS) I ain't fuckin' sayin' Pepsi.
JIMMIE (OS) Smile, Winston.
THE WOLF I don't smile in pictures.
The camera goes off, FLASHING THE SCREEN WHITE.
THE PHOTO FADES UP OVER WHITE.
it's Jules and Vincent, their arms around each other, next to Jimmie' whose arm is around
The Wolf. Everyone is smiling except you-know-who.
Winston is counting out three thousand dollars to an older man in a dirty tee-shirt, MONSTER
JOE. We're in Joe's office, which looks like the office of every tow yard on the
planet. A filthy, disarrayed mess.
MONSTER JOE I've said it before, I'll say it again,
your business is always welcome.
WINSTON I would think by now I've earned the equivalent of
Frequent Flyer miles.
MONSTER JOE I'll tell ya what, if you ever need it,
I'll dispose of a body part for free.
WINSTON How 'bout an upgrade, you dispose a whole body for
the price of a body part.
The two men laugh.
MONSTER JOE That one I need to speak with my
accountant on.
WINSTON Where's that reprobate daughter of yours?
MONSTER JOE Out in the yard, up to no good.
Winston steps outside and is joined by Monster Joe's daughter, RAQUEL. They walk
in step across the yard with their arms around each other's waists.
RAQUEL Hello, Boyfriend!
WINSTON Hello, Girlfriend. I swear, heartbreaker, Joe should
change the name of this place to Beauty and the Beast Truck and Tow.
RAQUEL You're prejudiced because you love me.
WINSTON Guilty.
RAQUEL Now business is done, it's time for pleasure.
WINSTON The time it is, is time for bed.
RAQUEL Contre senior Lobo.
WINSTON Do you have a different idea?
RAQUEL Most definitely.
WINSTON What do you think?
RAQUEL I think you're taking me out to breakfast.
WINSTON Well, you thought wrong.
RAQUEL That's no fair! I never get to see you.
WINSTON Raquel, I been up all night. I need sleep. You
understand the concept of sleep?
RAQUEL Yes, sleep is what you do after you've taken me to
breakfast. Just get used to the idea, indulging me is the price of doing business at
Monster Joe's Truck and Tow.
WINSTON Raquel --
RAQUEL I haven't seen you in a long time. I miss you, we're
going to breakfast. So it is written, so shall it be done.
They exit the tow yard. Jules and Vincent wait by Winston's Porsche.
JULES We cool?
WINSTON Like it never happened.
Jules and Vincent bump fists.
JULES I apologize for bein' in your shit like I was.
VINCENT You had every right, I fucked up.
RAQUEL (to Winston) Are they having a moment?
WINSTON Boys, this is Raquel. Someday, all this will be
hers.
RAQUEL (to the boys) Hi. You know, if they ever do
"I SPY: THE MOTION PICTURE", you guys, I'd be great. What's with the outfits.
You guys going to a volleyball game?
Winston laughs, the boys groan.
WINSTON I'm takin' m'lady out to breakfast. Maybe I can drop
you two off. Where do you live?
VINCENT Redondo Beach.
JULES Inglewood.
Winston grabs Jules' wrist and pantomimes like he's in a "DEAD ZONE"
trance.
WINSTON (painfully) It's your future: I see...a cab
ride. (dropping the act) Sorry guys, move out of the sticks. (to Raquel) Say
goodbye, Raquel
RAQUEL Goodbye, Raquel.
WINSTON I'll see you two around, and stay outta trouble, you
crazy kids.
Winston turns to leave.
JULES Mr. Wolf.
He turns around.
JULES I was a pleasure watchin' you work.
The Wolf smiles.
WINSTON Call me Winston.
He turns and banters with Raquel as they get in the Porsche.
WINSTON You hear that, young lady? Respect. You could lean a
lot from those two fine specimens. Respect for one's elders shows character.
RAQUEL I have character.
WINSTON Just because you are a character doesn't mean you
have character.
RAQUEL Oh you're so funny, oh you're so funny.
The Porsche SHOOTS OFF down the road.
The two men left alone look at each other.
JULES Wanna share a cab?
VINCENT You know I could go for some breakfast. What to have
breakfast with me?
JULES Sure.