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Written and Directed by Quentin Tarantino

Vincent Vega and Marcellus 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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