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83.     INT. JIMMIE'S BEDROOM - MORNING                                 83.

        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.


84.     INT. GARAGE - MORNING                                           84.

        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.


85.     INT. CHEVY NOVA - MORNING                                       85.

        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.


86.     EXT. JIMMIE'S BACKYARD - MORNING                                86.

        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:

87.     JULES AND VINCENT                                               87.
        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.


88.     INT. JIMMIE'S GARAGE - MORNING                                  88.

        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.


89.     INT. MONSTER JOE'S TRUCK AND TOW - MORNING                      89.

        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.


90.     EXT. MONSTER JOE'S TRUCK AND TOW - MORNING                      90.

        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.


91.     INT. COFFEE SHOP - MORNING                                      91.

        Jules and Vincent sit at a booth.  In front of Vincent is a
        big stack of pancakes and sausages, which he eats with gusto.
        Jules, on the other hand, just has a cup of coffee and a
        muffin.  He seems far away in thought.  The Waitress pours a
        refill for both men,

                                  VINCENT
                       Thanks a bunch.
                            (to Jules, who's
                              nursing his coffee)
                       Want a sausage?

                                  JULES
                       Naw, I don't eat pork.

                                  VINCENT
                       Are you Jewish?

                                  JULES
                       I ain't Jewish man, I just don't
                       dig on swine.

                                  VINCENT
                       Why not?

                                  JULES
                       They're filthy animals.  I don't
                       eat filthy animals.

                                  VINCENT
                       Sausages taste good.  Pork chops
                       taste good.

                                  JULES
                       A sewer rat may taste like pumpkin
                       pie.  I'll never know 'cause even
                       if it did, I wouldn't eat the
                       filthy motherfucker.  Pigs sleep
                       and root in shit.  That's a filthy
                       animal.  I don't wanna eat nothin'
                       that ain't got enough sense to
                       disregard its own feces.

                                  VINCENT
                       How about dogs?  Dogs eat their own
                       feces.

                                  JULES
                       I don't eat dog either.

                                  VINCENT
                       Yes, but do you consider a dog to
                       be a filthy animal?

                                  JULES
                       I wouldn't go so far as to call a
                       dog filthy, but they're definitely
                       dirty.  But a dog's got
                       personality.  And personality goes
                       a long way.

                                  VINCENT
                       So by that rationale, if a pig had
                       a better personality, he's cease to
                       be a filthy animal?

                                  JULES
                       We'd have to be talkin' 'bout one
                       motherfuckin' charmin' pig.  It'd
                       have to be the Cary Grant of pigs.

        The two men laugh.

                                  VINCENT
                       Good for you.  Lighten up a little.
                       You been sittin' there all quiet.

                                  JULES
                       I just been sittin' here thinkin'.

                                  VINCENT
                            (mouthful of food)
                       About what?

                                  JULES
                       The miracle we witnessed.

                                  VINCENT
                       The miracle you witnessed.  I
                       witnessed a freak occurrence.

                                  JULES
                       Do you know that a miracle is?

                                  VINCENT
                       An act of God.

                                  JULES
                       What's an act of God?

                                  VINCENT
                       I guess it's when God makes the
                       impossible possible.  And I'm sorry
                       Jules, but I don't think what
                       happened this morning qualifies.

                                  JULES
                       Don't you see, Vince, that shit
                       don't matter.  You're judging this
                       thing the wrong way.  It's not
                       about what.  It could be God
                       stopped the bullets, he changed
                       Coke into Pepsi, he found my
                       fuckin' car keys.  You don't judge
                       shit like this based on merit.
                       Whether or not what we experienced
                       was an according-to-Hoyle miracle
                       is insignificant.  What is
                       significant is I felt God's touch,
                       God got involved.

                                  VINCENT
                       But why?

                                  JULES
                       That's what's fuckin' wit' me!  I
                       don't know why.  But I can't go
                       back to sleep.

                                  VINCENT
                       So you're serious, you're really
                       gonna quit?

                                  JULES
                       The life, most definitely.

        Vincent takes a bite of food.  Jules takes a sip of coffee
        In the b.g., we see a PATRON call the Waitress.

                                  PATRON
                       Garcon!  Coffee!

        We recognize the patron to be Pumpkin from the first scene of
        Pumpkin and Honey Bunny.

                                  VINCENT
                       So if you're quitting the life,
                       what'll you do?

                                  JULES
                       That's what I've been sitting here
                       contemplating.  First, I'm gonna
                       deliver this case to Marsellus.
                       Then, basically, I'm gonna walk the
                       earth.

                                  VINCENT
                       What do you mean, walk the earth?

                                  JULES
                       You know, like Caine in "KUNG FU."
                       Just walk from town to town, meet
                       people, get in adventures.

                                  VINCENT
                       How long do you intend to walk the
                       earth?

                                  JULES
                       Until God puts me where he want me
                       to be.

                                  VINCENT
                       What if he never does?

                                  JULES
                       If it takes forever, I'll wait
                       forever.

                                  VINCENT
                       So you decided to be a bum?

                                  JULES
                       I'll just be Jules, Vincent -- no
                       more, no less.

                                  VINCENT
                       No Jules, you're gonna be like
                       those pieces of shit out there who
                       beg for change.  They walk around
                       like a bunch of fuckin' zombies,
                       they sleep in garbage bins, they
                       eat what I throw away, and dogs
                       piss on 'em.  They got a word for
                       'em, they're called bums.  And
                       without a job, residence, or legal
                       tender, that's what you're gonna be
                       -- a fuckin' bum!

                                  JULES
                       Look my friend, this is just where
                       me and you differ --

                                  VINCENT
                       -- what happened was peculiar -- no
                       doubt about it -- but it wasn't
                       water into wine.

                                  JULES
                       All shapes and sizes, Vince.

                                  VINCENT
                       Stop fuckin' talkin' like that!

                                  JULES
                       If you find my answers frightening,
                       Vincent, you should cease askin'
                       scary questions.

                                  VINCENT
                       When did you make this decision --
                       while you were sitting there eatin'
                       your muffin?

                                  JULES
                       Yeah.  I was just sitting here
                       drinking my coffee, eating my
                       muffin, playin' the incident in my
                       head, when I had what alcoholics
                       refer to as a "moment of clarity."

                                  VINCENT
                       I gotta take a shit.  To be
                       continued.

        Vincent exits  for the restroom.

        Jules, alone, takes a mouthful of muffin, then...Pumpkin and
        Honey Bunny rise with guns raised.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       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?!

        Jules looks up, not believing what he's seeing.  Under the
        table, Jules' hand goes to his .45 Automatic.  He pulls it
        out, COCKING IT.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       Customers stay seated, waitresses
                       on the floor.

                                  HONEY BUNNY
                       Now mean fuckin' now!  Do it or
                       die, do it or fucking die!

        Like lightning, Pumpkin moves over to the kitchen.  While
        Honey Bunny SCREAMS out threats to the PATRONS, keeping them
        terrified.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       You Mexicans in the kitchen, get
                       out here!  Asta luego!

        Three COOKS and two BUSBOYS come out of the kitchen.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       On the floor or I'll cook you ass,
                       comprende?

        They comprende.  The portly MANAGER speaks up.

                                  MANAGER
                       I'm the manager here, there's no
                       problem, no problem at all --

        Pumpkin head his way.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       You're gonna give me a problem?

        He reaches him and sticks the barrel of his gun hard in the
        Manager's neck.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       What?  You said you're gonna give
                       me a problem?

                                  MANAGER
                       No, I'm not.  I'm not gonna give
                       you any problem!

                                  PUMPKIN
                       I don't know, Honey Bunny.  He
                       looks like the hero type to me!

                                  HONEY BUNNY
                       Don't take any chances.  Execute
                       him!

        The Patrons SCREAM.  Jules watches all this silently, his hand
        tightly gripping the .45 Automatic under the table.

                                  MANAGER
                       Please don't!  I'm not a hero.  I'm
                       just a coffee shop manager.  Take
                       anything you want.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       Tell everyone to cooperate and
                       it'll be all over.

                                  MANAGER
                       Everybody just be calm and
                       cooperate with them and this will
                       be all over soon!

                                  PUMPKIN
                       Well done, now git your fuckin' ass
                       on the ground.


92.     INT. COFFEE SHOP BATHROOM - MORNING                             92.

        Vincent, on the toilet, oblivious to the pandemonium outside,
        reads his "MODESTY BLAISE" book.


93.     INT. COFFEE SHOP - MORNING                                      93.

        Cash register drawer opens.  Pumpkin stuffs the money from the
        till in his pocket.  Then walks from behind the counter with a
        trash bag in his hand.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       Okay people, I'm going to go 'round
                       and collect your wallets.  Don't
                       talk, just toss 'em in the bag.  We
                       clear?

        Pumpkin goes around collecting wallets.  Jules sits with his
        .45 ready to spit under the table.

        Pumpkin sees Jules sitting in his booth, holding his wallet,
        briefcase next to him.  Pumpkin crosses to him, his tone more
        respectful, him manner more on guard.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       In the bag.

        Jules DROPS his wallet in the bag.  Using his gun as a
        pointer, Pumpkin points to the briefcase.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       What's in that?

                                  JULES
                       My boss' dirty laundry.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       You boss makes you do his laundry?

                                  JULES
                       When he wants it clean.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       Sounds like a shit job.

                                  JULES
                       Funny, I've been thinkin' the same
                       thing.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       Open it up.

        Jules' free hand lays palm flat on the briefcase.

                                  JULES
                       'Fraid I can't do that.

        Pumpkin is definitely surprised by his answer.  He aims the
        gun right in the middle of Jules' face and pulls back the
        hammer.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       I didn't hear you.

                                  JULES
                       Yes, you did.

        This exchange has been kind of quiet, not everybody heard it,
        but Honey Bunny senses something's wrong.

                                  HONEY BUNNY
                       What's goin' on?

                                  PUMPKIN
                       Looks like we got a vigilante in
                       our midst.

                                  HONEY BUNNY
                       Shoot 'em in the face!

                                  JULES
                       I don't mean to shatter your ego,
                       but this ain't the first time I've
                       had gun pointed at me.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       You don't open up that case, it's
                       gonna be the last.

                                  MANAGER
                            (on the ground)
                       Quit causing problems, you'll get
                       us all killed!  Give 'em what you
                       got and get 'em out of here.

                                  JULES
                       Keep your fuckin' mouth closed, fat
                       man, this ain't any of your goddamn
                       business!

                                  PUMPKIN
                       I'm countin' to three, and if your
                       hand ain't off that case, I'm gonna
                       unload right in your fuckin' face.
                       Clear?  One...

        Jules closes his eyes.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       ...two...

        Jules SHOOTS Pumpkin twice, up through the table, sending him
        to the floor.  While still in the booth, he SWINGS around to
        Honey Bunny, who has aimed at Jules, but slowed down by the
        shock of Pumpkin getting shot.  He FIRES three times.

        Honey Bunny takes all three HITS in the chest.  As she FALLS
        SCREAMING, she FIRES wildly, HITTING a SURFER PATRON.

                                  SURFER
                       She shot me!  I'm dying!  Sally!
                       Sally!

        Jules now brings the gun down to Pumpkin's face.  Pumpkin lies
        shot on the floor at Jules' feet.  Pumpkin looks up at the big
        gun.

                                  JULES
                       Wrong guy, Ringo.

        Jules FIRES straight at the CAMERA, BLINDING UP with his
        FLASH.

        Jules' eyes, still closed, suddenly open.

        Pumpkin still stands, holding the gun on him.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       ...three.

                                  JULES
                       You win.

        Jules raises his hand off the briefcase.

                                  JULES
                       It's all yours, Ringo.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       Open it.

        Jules flips the locks and opens the case, revealing it to
        Pumpkin but not to us.  The same light SHINES from the case.
        Pumpkin's expression goes to amazement.  Honey Bunny, across
        the room, can't see shit.

                                  HONEY BUNNY
                       What is it?  What is it?

                                  PUMPKIN
                            (softly)
                       Is that what I think it is?

        Jules nods his head: "yes."

                                  PUMPKIN
                       It's beautiful.

        Jules nods his head: "yes."

                                  HONEY BUNNY
                       Goddammit, what is it?

        Jules SLAMS the case closed, then sits back, as if offering
        the case to Pumpkin.  Pumpkin, one big smile, bends over to
        pick up the case.

        Like a rattlesnake, Jules' free hand GRABS the wrist of
        Pumpkin's gun hand, SLAMMING it on the table.  His other hand
        comes from under the table and STICKS the barrel of his .45
        hand under Pumpkin's chin.

        Honey Bunny freaks out, waving his gun in Jules' direction.

                                  HONEY BUNNY
                       Let him go!  Let him go!  I'll blow
                       your fuckin' head off!  I'll kill
                       ya!  I'll kill ya!  You're gonna
                       die, you're gonna fuckin' die bad!

                                  JULES
                            (to Pumpkin)
                       Tell that bitch to be cool!  Say,
                       bitch be cool!  Say, bitch be cool!

                                  PUMPKIN
                       Chill out, honey!

                                  HONEY BUNNY
                       Let him go!

                                  JULES
                            (softly)
                       Tell her it's gonna be okay.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       I'm gonna be okay.

                                  JULES
                       Promise her.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       I promise.

                                  JULES
                       Tell her to chill.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       Just chill out.

                                  JULES
                       What's her name?

                                  PUMPKIN
                       Yolanda.

        Whenever Jules talks to Yolanda, he never looks at her, only
        at Pumpkin.

                                  JULES
                            (to Yolanda)
                       So, we cool Yolanda?  We ain't
                       gonna do anything stupid, are we?

                                  YOLANDA
                            (crying)
                       Don't you hurt him.

                                  JULES
                       Nobody's gonna hurt anybody.  We're
                       gonna be like three Fonzies.  And
                       what' Fonzie like?

        No answer,

                                  JULES
                       C'mon Yolanda, what's Fonzie like?

                                  YOLANDA
                            (through tears, unsure)
                       He's cool?

                                  JULES
                       Correct-amundo!  And that's what
                       we're gonna be, we're gonna be
                       cool.
                            (to Pumpkin)
                       Now Ringo, I'm gonna count to three
                       and I want you to let go your gun
                       and lay your palms flat on the
                       table.  But when you do it, do it
                       cool.  Ready?

        Pumpkin looks at him.

                                  JULES
                       One...two...three.

        Pumpkin lets go of his gun and places both hands on the table.
        Yolanda can't stand it anymore.

                                  YOLANDA
                       Okay, now let him go!

                                  JULES
                       Yolanda, I thought you were gonna
                       be cool.  When you yell at me, it
                       makes me nervous.  When I get
                       nervous, I get scared.  And when
                       motherfuckers get scared, that's
                       when motherfuckers get accidentally
                       shot.

                                  YOLANDA
                            (more conversational)
                       Just know: you hurt him, you die.

                                  JULES
                       That seems to be the situation.
                       Now I don't want that and you don't
                       want that and Ringo here don't want
                       that.  So let's see what we can do.
                            (to Ringo)
                       Now this is the situation.
                       Normally both of your asses would
                       be dead as fuckin' fried chicken.
                       But you happened to pull this shit
                       while I'm in a transitional period.
                       I don't wanna kill ya, I want to
                       help ya.  But I'm afraid I can't
                       give you the case.  It don't belong
                       to me.  Besides, I went through too
                       much shit this morning on account
                       of this case to just hand it over
                       to your ass.

                                  VINCENT (OS)
                       What the fuck's goin' on here?

        Yolanda WHIPS her gun toward the stranger.

        VINCENT, by the bathroom, has his gun out, dead-aimed at
        Yolanda.

                                  JULES
                       It's cool, Vincent!  It's cool!
                       Don't do a goddamn thing.  Yolanda,
                       it's cool baby, nothin's changed.
                       We're still just talkin',
                            (to Pumpkin)
                       Tell her we're still cool.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       It's cool, Honey Bunny, we're still
                       cool.

                                  VINCENT
                            (gun raised)
                       What the hell's goin' on, Jules?

                                  JULES
                       Nothin' I can't handle.  I want you
                       to just hang back and don't do shit
                       unless it's absolutely necessary.

                                  VINCENT
                       Check.

                                  JULES
                       Yolanda, how we doin, baby?

                                  YOLANDA
                       I gotta go pee!  I want to go home.

                                  JULES
                       Just hang in there, baby, you're
                       doing' great,  Ringo's proud of you
                       and so am I.  It's almost over,
                            (to Pumpkin)
                       Now I want you to go in that bag
                       and find my wallet.

                                  PUMPKIN
                       Which one is it?

                                  JULES
                       It's the one that says Bad
                       Motherfucker on it.

        Pumpkin looks in the bag and -- sure enough -- there's a
        wallet with "Bad Motherfucker" embroidered on it.

                                  JULES
                       That's my bad motherfucker.  Now
                       open it up and take out the cash.
                       How much is there?

                                  PUMPKIN
                       About fifteen hundred dollars.

                                  JULES
                       Put it in your pocket, it's yours.
                       Now with the rest of them wallets
                       and the register, that makes this a
                       pretty successful little score.

                                  VINCENT
                       Jules, if you give this nimrod
                       fifteen hundred buck, I'm gonna
                       shoot 'em on general principle.

                                  JULES
                       You ain't gonna do a goddamn thing,
                       now hang back and shut the fuck up.
                       Besides, I ain't givin' it to him.
                       I'm buyin' somethin' for my money.
                       Wanna know what I'm buyin' Ringo?

                                  PUMPKIN
                       What?

                                  JULES
                       Your life.  I'm givin' you that
                       money so I don't hafta kill your
                       ass.  You read the Bible?

                                  PUMPKIN
                       Not regularly.

                                  JULES
                       There's a passage I got memorized.
                       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 the
                       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 I am the Lord when I lay
                       my vengeance upon you."  I been
                       sayin' that shit for years.  And if
                       you ever heard it, it meant your
                       ass.  I never really questioned
                       what it meant.  I thought it was
                       just a cold-blooded thing to say to
                       a motherfucker 'fore you popped a
                       cap in his ass.  But I saw some
                       shit this mornin' made me think
                       twice.  Now I'm thinkin', it could
                       mean you're the evil man.  And I'm
                       the righteous man.  And Mr. .45
                       here, he's the shepherd protecting
                       my righteous ass in the valley of
                       darkness.  Or is could by you're
                       the righteous man and I'm the
                       shepherd and it's the world that's
                       evil and selfish.  I'd like that.
                       But that shit ain't the truth.  The
                       truth is you're the weak.  And I'm
                       the tyranny of evil men.  But I'm
                       tryin'.  I'm tryin' real hard to be
                       a shepherd.

        Jules lowers his gun, lying it on the table.

        Pumpkin looks at him, to the money in his hand, then to
        Yolanda.  She looks back.

        Grabbing the trash bag full of wallets, the two RUN out the
        door.

        Jules, who was never risen from his seat the whole time, takes
        a sip of coffee.

                                  JULES
                            (to himself)
                       It's cold.

        He pushes it aside.

        Vincent appears next to Jules.

                                  VINCENT
                       I think we oughta leave now.

                                  JULES
                       That's probably a good idea.

        Vincent throws some money on the table and Jules grabs the
        briefcase.

        Then, to the amazement of the Patrons, the Waitresses, the
        Cooks, the Bus Boys, and the Manager, these two bad-ass dudes
        -- wearing UC Santa Cruz and "I'm with Stupid" tee-shirts,
        swim trunks, thongs and packing .45 Automatics -- walk out of
        the coffee shop together without saying a word.

 

                                  THE END