Written and Directed by Quentin Tarantino

 
 

        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




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