QUENTIN TARANTINO, PULP FICTION

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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.

 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... bald –

 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.

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