INT. APARTMENT (ROOM 49) - MORNING
THREE YOUNG GUYS, obviously in over their heads, sit at a
table with hamburgers, french fries and soda pops laid out.
One of them flips the LOUD BOLT on the door, opening it to
REVEAL Jules and Vincent in the hallway.
The two men stroll inside.
The three young caught-off-guard Guys are:
The black young man, who open
the door, will, as the scene
into the corner.
A young blond-haired surfer kid with a "Flock of Seagulls"
haircut, who has yet to say a word, sits at the table with a
big sloppy hamburger in his hand.
A white, preppy-looking sort
with a blow-dry haircut.
Vincent and Jules
take in the place, with their hands in their
pockets. Jules is the one who does the talking.
How you boys doin'?
Am I trippin', or did I just ask
you a question.
We're doin' okay.
As Jules and
Brett talk, Vincent moves behind the young Guys.
Do you know who we are?
his head: "No."
We're associates of your business
partner Marsellus Wallace, you
your business partner
Now I'm gonna take a wild guess
here: you're Brett, right?
I thought so. Well, you remember
your business partner Marsellus
I remember him.
Good for you. Looks like me and
Vincent caught you at breakfast,
sorry 'bout that. What'cha eatin'?
Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any
nutritious breakfast. What kinda
No, I mean where did you get'em?
MacDonald's, Wendy's, Jack-in-the-
Big Kahuna Burger.
Kahuna Burger. That's that
Hawaiian burger joint. I heard
they got some tasty burgers. I
ain't never had one myself, how are
Mind if I try one of yours?
Yours is this one, right?
Jules grabs the burger and
take a bite of it.
Uuummmm, that's a tasty burger.
Vince, you ever try a Big Kahuna
Jules holds out the Big Kahuna.
You wanna bite, they're real good.
I ain't hungry.
Well, if you like hamburgers give
'em a try sometime. Me, I can't
usually eat 'em 'cause my
girlfriend's a vegetarian. Which
more or less makes me a vegetarian,
but I sure love the taste of a good
You know what they call a Quarter
Pounder with Cheese in France?
Tell 'em, Vincent.
Royale with Cheese.
Royale with Cheese, you know why
they call it that?
Because of the metric system?
Check out the big brain
You'a smart motherfucker, that's
right. The metric system.
(he points to a fast
food drink cup)
Sprite, good, mind if I have some
of your tasty beverage to wash this
Jules grabs the cup and takes
Uuuuummmm, hit's the spot!
You, Flock of Seagulls, you know
what we're here for?
Roger nods his
Then why don't you tell my boy here
Vince, where you got the shit hid.
It's under the be --
-- I don't remember askin' you a
You were sayin'?
It's under the bed.
to the bed, reaches underneath it, pulling out a
black snap briefcase.
Vincent flips the two locks,
opening the case. We can't see
what's inside, but a small glow emits from the case. Vincent
just stares at it, transfixed.
No answer from the transfixed
Vincent looks up at Jules.
Closing the case.
Look, what's your name? I got his
name's Vincent, but what's yours?
My name's Pitt, and you ain't
talkin' your ass outta this shit.
I just want you to know how sorry
we are about how fucked up things
got between us and Mr. Wallace.
When we entered into this thing, we
only had the best intentions --
As Brett talks, Jules takes out his gun and SHOOTS Roger three
times in the chest, BLOWING him out of his chair.
Vince smiles to himself. Jules has got style.
Brett has just shit his pants. He's not crying or whimpering,
but he's so full of fear, it's as if his body is imploding.
Oh, I'm sorry. Did that break your
concentration? I didn't mean to do
that. Please, continue. I
you were saying something about
Brett can't say
Whatsamatter? Oh, you were through
anyway. Well, let me retort.
Would you describe for me what
Brett still can't speak.
Jules SNAPS, SAVAGELY TIPPING the card table over, removing
the only barrier between himself and Brett. Brett now sits in
a lone chair before Jules like a political prisoner in front
of an interrogator.
What country you from!
"What" ain't no country I know! Do
they speak English in "What?"
(near heart attack)
Then you understand
Now describe what Marsellus Wallace
(out of fear)
Jules takes his .45 and PRESSES
the barrel HARD in Brett's
Say "What" again! C'mon, say
"What" again! I dare ya, I double
dare ya motherfucker, say "What"
one more goddamn time!
Brett is regressing
on the spot.
Now describe to me what Marsellus
Wallace looks like!
Brett does his
Well he's ...he's...black --
-- go on!
...and he's...he's...tall --
-- does he look like a bitch?!
Jules' eyes go to Vincent,
Vincent smirks, Jules rolls his
eyes and SHOOT
Brett in the shoulder.
breaking into a SHAKING/TREMBLING SPASM in the
Then why did you try to fuck 'im
like a bitch?!
Now in a lower voice.
Yes ya did Brett. Ya tried ta fuck
'im. You ever read the Bible,
There's a passage I got memorized,
seems appropriate for this
25:17. "The path
of the righteous man is beset on
all sides by the inequities of the
selfish and the tyranny of evil
men. Blessed is he who, in the
name of charity and good will,
shepherds the weak through the
valley of darkness, for he is truly
his brother's keeper and the finder
of lost children. And I will
strike down upon thee with great
vengeance and furious anger those
who attempt to poison and destroy
my brothers. And you will know my
name is the Lord when I lay my
vengeance upon you."
The two men EMPTY
their guns at the same time on the sitting
When they are finished, the bullet-ridden carcass just sits
there for a moment, then TOPPLES over.