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against black, TITLE CARD:
"VINCENT VEGA
AND
MARSELLUS WALLACE'S WIFE"
FADE IN:
9. MEDIUM SHOT - BUTCH COOLIDGE 9.
We FADE UP on Butch Coolidge, a white, 26-year-old
prizefighter. Butch sits at a table wearing a red and blue
high school athletic jacket. Talking to him OFF SCREEN is
everybody's boss MARSELLUS WALLACE. The black man sounds like
a cross between a gangster and a king.
MARSELLUS (OS)
I think you're gonna find -- when
all this shit is over and done -- I
think you're gonna find yourself
one smilin' motherfucker. Thing is
Butch, right now you got ability.
But painful as it may be, ability
don't last. Now that's a hard
motherfuckin' fact of life, but
it's a fact of life your ass is
gonna hafta git realistic about.
This business is filled to the brim
with unrealistic motherfuckers who
thought their ass aged like wine.
Besides, even if you went all the
way, what would you be? Feather-
weight champion of the world. Who
gives a shit? I doubt you can even
get a credit card based on that.
A hand lays an envelope full of money on the table in front of
Butch. Butch picks it up.
MARSELLUS (OS)
Now the night of the fight, you may
fell a slight sting, that's pride
fuckin' wit ya. Fuck pride! Pride
only hurts, it never helps. Fight
through that shit. 'Cause a year
from now, when you're kickin' it in
the Caribbean you're gonna say,
"Marsellus Wallace was right."
BUTCH
I got no problem with that.
MARSELLUS (OS)
In the fifth, your ass goes down.
Butch nods his head: "yes."
MARSELLUS (OS)
Say it!
BUTCH
In the fifth, my ass goes down.
CUT TO:
10. INT. CAR (MOVING) - DAY 10.
Vincent Vega looks really cool behind the wheel of a 1964
cherry-red Chevy Malibu convertible. From the car radio,
ROCKABILLY MUSIC PLAYS. The b.g. is a COLORFUL PROCESS SHOT.
11. EXT. SALLY LeROY'S - DAY 11.
Sally LeRoy's is a large topless bat by LAX that Marsellus
owns.
Vincent's classic Malibu WHIPS into the near empty parking lot
and parks next to a white Honda Civic.
Vince knocks on the door. The front entrance is unlocked,
revealing the Dapper Dan fellow on the inside: ENGLISH DAVE.
Dave isn't really English, he's a young black man from Baldwin
Park, who has run a few clubs for Marsellus, including Sally
LeRoy's.
ENGLISH DAVE
Vincent Vega, our man in Amsterdam,
git your ass on in here.
Vincent, carrying the black briefcase from the scene between
Vincent and Jules, steps inside. English Dave SLAMS the door
in our faces.
12. INT. SALLY LeROY'S - DAY 12.
The spacious club is empty this time of day. English Dave
crosses to the bar, and Vince follows.
VINCENT
Where's the big man?
ENGLISH DAVE
He's over there, finishing up some
business.
VINCENT'S POV:
Butch shakes hands with a huge figure with his back to us.
The huge figure is the infamous and as of yet still UNSEEN
Marsellus.
ENGLISH DAVE (OS)
Hand back for a second or two, and
when you see the white boy leave,
go on over. In the meanwhile, can
I make you an espresso?
VINCENT
How 'bout a cup of just plain ol'
American?
ENGLISH DAVE
Comin' up. I hear you're taking
Mia out tomorrow?
VINCENT
At Marsellus' request.
ENGLISH DAVE
Have you met Mia?
VINCENT
Not yet.
English Dave smiles to himself.
VINCENT
What's so funny?
ENGLISH DAVE
Not a goddamn thing.
VINCENT
Look, I'm not a idiot. She's the
big man's fuckin' wife. I'm gonna
sit across a table, chew my food
with my mouth closed, laugh at her
jokes and that's all I'm gonna do.
English Dave puts Vince's coffee in front of him.
ENGLISH DAVE
My name's Paul, and this is between
y'all.
Butch bellies up to the bar next to Vincent, drinking his cup
of "plain ol' American."
BUTCH
(to English Dave)
Can I get a pack'a Red Apples?
ENGLISH DAVE
Filters?
BUTCH
Non.
While Butch waits for his smokes, Vincent just sips his
coffee, staring at him. Butch looks over at him.
BUTCH
Lookin' at somethin', friend?
VINCENT
I ain't your friend, palooka.
Butch does a slow burn toward Vincent.
BUTCH
What was that?
VINCENT
I think ya heard me just fine,
punchy.
Butch turns his body to Vincent, when...
MARSELLUS (OS)
Vincent Vega has entered the
building, git your ass over here!
Vincent walks forward OUT OF FRAME, never giving Butch another
glance. We DOLLY INTO CU on Butch, left alone in the FRAME,
looking like he's ready to go into the manners-teaching
business.
BUTCH'S POV:
Vincent hugging and kissing the obscured figure that is
Marsellus.
Butch makes the wise decision that is this asshole's a friend
of Marsellus, he better let it go -- for now.
ENGLISH DAVE (OS)
Pack of Red Apples, dollar-forty.
Butch is snapped out of his ass-kicking thoughts. He pays
English Dave and walks out of the SHOT.
DISSOLVE TO:
13. INT. LANCE'S HOUSE (KITCHEN) - NIGHT 13.
CU JODY
a woman who appears to have a fondness for earrings. Both of
her ears are pierced five times. She also sports rings in her
lips, eyebrows and nose.
JODY
...I'll lend it to you. It's a
great book on body piercing.
Jody, Vincent and a young woman names TRUDI sit at the kitchen
table of a suburban house in Echo Park. Even though Vince is
at the same table, he's not included in the conversation.
TRUDI
You know how they use that gun when
they pierce your ears? They don't
use that when they pierce your
nipples, do they?
JODY
Forget that gun. That gun goes
against the entire idea behind
piercing. All of my piercing,
sixteen places on my body, every
one of 'em done with a needle.
Five in each ear. One through the
nipple on my left breast. One
through my right nostril. One
through my left eyebrow. One
through my lip. One in my clit.
And I wear a stud in my tongue.
Vince has been letting this conversation go through one ear
and out the other, until that last remark.
VINCENT
(interrupting)
Excuse me, sorry to interrupt. I'm
curious, why would you get a stud
in your tongue?
Jody looks at him and says as if it were the most obvious
thing in the world.
JODY
It's a sex thing. It helps
fellatio.
That thought never occurred to Vincent, but he can't deny it
makes sense. Jody continues talking to Trudi, leaving Vincent
to ponder the truth of her statement.
LANCE (OS)
Vince, you can come in now!
14. INT. LANCE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT 14.
Lance, late-20s, is a young man with a wild and woolly
appearance that goes hand-in-hand with his wild and woolly
personality. Lance has been selling drugs his entire adult
life. He's never had a day job, never filed a tax return and
has never been arrested. He wears a red flannel shirt over a
"Speed Racer" tee-shirt.
Three bags of heroin lie on Lance's bed.
Lance and Vincent stand at the foot of the bed.
LANCE
Now this is Panda, from Mexico.
Very good stuff. This is Bava,
different, but equally good. And
this is Choco from the Hartz
Mountains of Germany. Now the
first two are the same, forty-five
an ounce -- those are friend prices
-- but this one...
(pointing to the Choco)
...this one's a little more
expensive. It's fifty-five. But
when you shoot it, you'll know
where that extra money went.
Nothing wrong with the first two.
It's real, real, real, good shit.
But this one's a fuckin' madman.
VINCENT
Remember, I just got back from
Amsterdam.
LANCE
Am I a nigger? Are you in
Inglewood? No. You're in my
house. White people who know the
difference between good shit and
bad shit, this is the house they
come to. My shit, I'll take the
Pepsi Challenge with Amsterdam shit
any ol' day of the fuckin' week.
VINCENT
That's a bold statement.
LANCE
This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This
is a seller's market. Coke is
fuckin' dead as disco. Heroin's
comin' back in a big fuckin' way.
It's this whole seventies retro.
Bell bottoms, heroin, they're as
hot as hell.
Vincent takes out a roll of money that would choke a horse to
death.
VINCENT
Give me three hundred worth of the
madman. If it's as good as you
say, I'll be back for a thousand.
LANCE
I just hope I still have it.
Whaddya think of Trudi? She ain't
got a boyfriend, wanna hand out an'
get high?
VINCENT
Which one's Trudi? The one with
all the shit in her face?
LANCE
No, that's Jody. That's my wife.
Vincent and Lance giggle at the "faux pas."
VINCENT
I'm on my way somewhere. I got a
dinner engagement. Rain check?
LANCE
No problem?
Vincent takes out his case of the works (utensils for shooting
up).
VINCENT
You don't mind if I shoot up here?
LANCE
Me casa, su casa.
VINCENT
Mucho gracias.
Vincent takes his works out of his case and, as the two
continue to talk, Vince shoots up.
LANCE
Still got your Malibu?
VINCENT
You know what some fucker did to it
the other day?
LANCE
What?
VINCENT
Fuckin' keyed it.
LANCE
Oh man, that's fucked up.
VINCENT
Tell me about it. I had the
goddamn thing in storage three
years. It's out five fuckin' days
-- five days, and some dickless
piece of shit fucks with it.
LANCE
They should be fuckin' killed. No
trial, no jury, straight to
execution.
As he cooks his heroin --
VINCENT
I just wish I caught 'em doin' it,
ya know? Oh man, I'd give anything
to catch 'em doin' it. It'a been
worth his doin' it, if I coulda
just caught 'em, you know what I
mean?
LANCE
It's chicken shit. You don't fuck
another man's vehicle.
CU - THE NEEDLE
going into Vincent's vein.
CU - BLOOD
spurting back into the syringe, mixing with the heroin.
CU OF VINCENT'S THUMB
pushing down on the plunger.
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