8.
INT. APARTMENT (ROOM 49) - MORNING
8.
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.
JULES
Hey kids.
The two men stroll inside.
The three young caught-off-guard Guys are:
MARVIN The black young man, who open
the door, will, as the scene progresses, back
into the corner.
ROGER
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.
BRETT 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.
JULES
How you boys doin'?
No answer.
JULES
(to Brett)
Am I trippin', or did I just ask
you a question.
BRETT
We're doin' okay.
As Jules and
Brett talk, Vincent moves behind the young Guys.
JULES
Do you know who we are?
Brett shakes
his head: "No."
JULES
We're associates of your business
partner Marsellus Wallace, you
remember
your business partner
dont'ya?
No answer.
JULES
(to Brett)
Now I'm gonna take a wild guess
here: you're Brett, right?
BRETT
I'm Brett.
JULES
I thought so. Well, you remember
your business partner Marsellus Wallace,
dont'ya Brett?
BRETT
I remember him.
JULES
Good for you. Looks like me and
Vincent caught you at breakfast,
sorry 'bout that. What'cha eatin'?
BRETT
Hamburgers.
JULES
Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any
nutritious breakfast. What kinda
hamburgers?
BRETT
Cheeseburgers.
JULES
No, I mean where did you get'em?
MacDonald's, Wendy's, Jack-in-the-
Box, where?
BRETT
Big Kahuna Burger.
JULES Big
Kahuna Burger. That's that
Hawaiian burger joint. I heard
they got some tasty burgers. I
ain't never had one myself, how are
they?
BRETT
They're good.
JULES
Mind if I try one of yours?
BRETT
No.
JULES
Yours is this one, right?
BRETT
Yeah.
Jules grabs the burger and
take a bite of it.
JULES
Uuummmm, that's a tasty burger.
(to Vincent)
Vince, you ever try a Big Kahuna
Burger?
VINCENT
No.
Jules holds out the Big Kahuna.
JULES
You wanna bite, they're real good.
VINCENT
I ain't hungry.
JULES
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
burger.
(to Brett)
You know what they call a Quarter
Pounder with Cheese in France?
BRETT
No.
JULES
Tell 'em, Vincent.
VINCENT
Royale with Cheese.
JULES
Royale with Cheese, you know why
they call it that?
BRETT
Because of the metric system?
JULES
Check out the big brain
on Brett.
You'a smart motherfucker, that's
right. The metric system.
(he points to a fast
food drink cup)
What's in
this?
BRETT
Sprite.
JULES
Sprite, good, mind if I have some
of your tasty beverage to wash this
down with?
BRETT
Sure.
Jules grabs the cup and takes
a sip.
JULES
Uuuuummmm, hit's the spot!
(to
Roger)
You, Flock of Seagulls, you know
what we're here for?
Roger nods his
head: "Yes."
JULES
Then why don't you tell my boy here
Vince, where you got the shit hid.
MARVIN
It's under the be --
JULES
-- I don't remember askin' you a
goddamn
thing.
(to Roger)
You were sayin'?
ROGER
It's under the bed.
Vincent moves
to the bed, reaches underneath it, pulling out a
black snap briefcase.
VINCENT
Got it.
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.
JULES
We happy?
No answer from the transfixed
Vincent.
JULES
Vincent!
Vincent looks up at Jules.
JULES
We happy?
Closing the case.
VINCENT
We're happy.
BRETT
(to Jules)
Look, what's your name? I got his
name's Vincent, but what's yours?
JULES
My name's Pitt, and you ain't
talkin' your ass outta this shit.
BRETT
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.
JULES
(to Brett)
Oh, I'm sorry. Did that break your
concentration? I didn't mean to do
that. Please, continue. I
believe
you were saying something about
"best intentions."
Brett can't say
a word.
JULES
Whatsamatter? Oh, you were through
anyway. Well, let me retort.
Would you describe for me what
Marsellus Wallace
looks like?
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.
JULES
What country you from!
BRETT
(petrified)
What?
JULES
"What" ain't no country I know! Do
they speak English in "What?"
BRETT
(near heart attack)
What?
JULES
English-motherfucker-can-you-speak-
it?
BRETT
Yes.
JULES Then you understand
what I'm
sayin'?
BRETT
Yes.
JULES
Now describe what Marsellus Wallace
looks like!
BRETT
(out of fear)
What?
Jules takes his .45 and PRESSES
the barrel HARD in Brett's cheek.
JULES
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.
JULES
Now describe to me what Marsellus
Wallace looks like!
Brett does his
best.
BRETT
Well he's ...he's...black --
JULES
-- go on!
BRETT
...and he's...he's...tall --
JULES
-- does he look like a bitch?!
BRETT
(without thinking)
What?
Jules' eyes go to Vincent,
Vincent smirks, Jules rolls his eyes and SHOOT
Brett in the shoulder.
Brett SCREAMS,
breaking into a SHAKING/TREMBLING SPASM in the
chair.
JULES
Does-he-look-like-a-bitch?!
BRETT
(in agony)
No.
JULES
Then why did you try to fuck 'im
like a bitch?!
BRETT
(in spasm) I
didn't.
Now in a lower voice.
JULES
Yes ya did Brett. Ya tried ta fuck
'im. You ever read the Bible,
Brett?
BRETT
(in spasm)
Yes.
JULES
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. 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 Brett.
When they are finished, the bullet-ridden carcass just sits
there for a moment, then TOPPLES over.
All
is quiet.
