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1. Prologue
2. Vincent Vega & Marsellus Wallace's Wife
3. The Gold Watch
4. Jules, Vincent, Jimmie & The Wolf
5. Epilogue
Title 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 hard 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 and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."
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, firung six booming shots from his hand cannon.
Fourth Man: Die...die...die...die...!
Dolly into Fourth Man, same as before.
He screams until he's dry firing. Then a look of confusion
crosses his face.
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) Listen 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 my 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 you 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 come 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 what's on my mind at this moment isn'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!
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 and 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
1 body (no head)
Bloody shot-up car
Jules (black)
The Wolf: ...Vincent...Jimmie...Bonnie....
He writes:
Vincent (Dean Martin)
Jimmie (house)
Bonnie (9:30)
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.
Cut to:
Title card over black:
"Nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds later"
Cut to:
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.
Jimmie: 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 exits. 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: Get it 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 appreciated, 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 Jimmie) 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 race 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. In 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:
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, out 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 twist 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.
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