script1

Written and Directed by Quentin Tarantino

. FADE UP: 33.

        ON THE CARTOON "SPEED RACER."
        Speed is giving a detailed description of all the features on
        his race car "The Mac-5," which he does at the beginning of
        every episode.

OFF SCREEN we hear a WOMAN'S VOICE....

WOMAN'S VOICE (OS)

Butch.

DISSOLVE TO:

        BUTCH'S POV
        We're in the living room of a modest two bedroom house in
        Alhambra, California, in the year 1972.
        BUTCH'S MOTHER, 35ish, stands in the doorway leading into the
        living room. Next to her is a man dressed in the uniform of
        an American Air Force officer. The CAMERA is the perspective
        of a five-year old boy.

MOTHER

                       Butch, stop watching TV a second.
                       We got a special visitor. Now do
                       you remember when I told you your
                       daddy dies in a P.O.W. camp?

BUTCH (OS)

Uh-huh.

MOTHER

Well this here is Capt. Koons. He
was in the P.O.W. camp with Daddy.

        CAPT. KOONS steps inside the room toward the little boy and
        bends down on one knee to bring him even with the boy's
        eyeline. When Koons speaks, he speaks with a slight Texas
        accent.

CAPT. KOONS

                       Hello, little man. Boy I sure
                       heard a bunch about you. See, I
                       was a good friend of your Daddy's.
                       We were in that Hanoi pit of hell
                       over five years together.
                       Hopefully, you'll never have to
                       experience this yourself, but when
                       two men are in a situation like me
                       and your Daddy were, for as long as
                       we were, you take on certain
                       responsibilities of the other. If
                       it had been me who had not made it,
                       Major Coolidge would be talkin'
                       right now to my son Jim. But the
                       way it worked out is I'm talkin' to
                       you, Butch. I got somethin' for
                       ya.

The Captain pulls a gold wrist watch out of his pocket.

CAPT. KOONS

                       This watch I got here was first
                       purchased by your great-granddaddy.
                       It was bought during the First
                       World War in a little general store
                       in Knoxville, Tennessee. It was
                       bought by private Doughboy Ernie
                       Coolidge the day he set sail for
                       Paris. It was your great-
                       granddaddy's war watch, made by the
                       first company to ever make wrist
                       watches. You see, up until then,
                       people just carried pocket watches.
                       Your great-granddaddy wore that
                       watch every day he was in the war.
                       Then when he had done his duty, he
                       went home to your great-
                       grandmother, took the watch off his
                       wrist and put it in an ol' coffee
                       can. And in that can it stayed
                       'til your grandfather Dane Coolidge
                       was called upon by his country to
                       go overseas and fight the Germans
                       once again. This time they called
                       it World War Two.
                       Your great-granddaddy gave it to
                       your granddad for good luck.
                       Unfortunately, Dane's luck wasn't
                       as good as his old man's. Your
                       granddad was a Marine and he was
                       killed with all the other Marines
                       at the battle of Wake Island. Your
                       granddad was facing death and he
                       knew it. None of those boys had
                       any illusions about ever leavin'
                       that island alive. So three days
                       before the Japanese took the
                       island, your 22-year old
                       grandfather asked a gunner on an
                       Air Force transport named Winocki,
                       a man he had never met before in
                       his life, to deliver to his infant
                       son, who he had never seen in the
                       flesh, his gold watch. Three days
                       later, your grandfather was dead.
                       But Winocki kept his word. After
                       the war was over, he paid a visit
                       to your grandmother, delivering to
                       your infant father, his Dad's gold
                       watch. This watch. This watch was
                       on your Daddy's wrist when he was
                       shot down over Hanoi. He was
                       captured and put in a Vietnamese
                       prison camp. Now he knew if the
                       gooks ever saw the watch it's be
                       confiscated. The way your Daddy
                       looked at it, that watch was your
                       birthright. And he'd be damned if
                       and slopeheads were gonna put their
                       greasy yella hands on his boy's
                       birthright. So he hid it in the
                       one place he knew he could hide
                       somethin'. His ass. Five long
                       years, he wore this watch up his
                       ass. Then when he died of
                       disentary, he gave me the watch. I
                       hid with uncomfortable hunk of
                       metal up my ass for two years.
                       Then, after seven years, I was sent
                       home to my family. And now, little
                       man, I give the watch to you.

Capt. Koons hands the watch to Butch. A little hand comes
into FRAME to accept it.

CUT TO:

34. INT. LOCKER ROOM - NIGHT 34.

        The 27-year old Butch Coolidge is dressed in boxing regalia:
        trunks, shoes and gloves. He lies on a table catching a few
        zzzzzz's before his big fight. Almost as soon as WE CUT to
        him, he wakes up with a start. Shaken by the bizarre memory,
        he wipes his sweaty face with his boxing glove.

        His trainer KLONDIKE, an older fireplug, opens the door a
        little, sticking his head in the room. Pandemonium seems to
        be breaking out behind Klondike in the hallway.

KLONDIKE

It's time, Butch.

BUTCH

I'm ready.

        Klondike steps inside, closing the door on the WILD MOB
        outside. He goes to the long yellow robe hanging on a hook.
        Butch hops off the table and, without a word, Klondike helps
        him on with the robe, which says on the back: "BATTLING BUTCH
        COOLIDGE."

        The two men head for the door. Klondike opens the door for
        Butch. As Butch steps into the hallway, the Crowd goes
        apeshit. Klondike closes the door behind him, leaving us in
        the quiet, empty locker room.

FADE TO BLACK

TITLE CARD:

"THE GOLD WATCH"

WE HEAR OVER THE BLACK AND TITLE:

SPORTSCASTER #1 (OS)

                       -- well Dan, that had to be the
                       bloodiest and, hands-down, the most
                       brutal fight this city has ever
                       seen.

The SOUND of chaos in the b.g.

FADE IN:

35. EXT. ALLEY (RAINING) - NIGHT 35.

        A taxi is parked in a dark alley next to an auditorium. The
        sky is PISSIN' DOWN RAIN. WE SLOWLY DOLLY toward the parked
        car. The SOUND of the CAR RADIO can be heard coming from
        inside.

SPORTSCASTER #1 (OS)

                       ...Coolidge was out of there faster
                       than I've ever seen a victorious
                       boxer vacate the ring. Do you
                       think he knew Willis was dead?

SPORTSCASTER #2 (OS)

                       My guess would be yes, Richard. I
                       could see from my position here,
                       the frenzy in his eyes give way to
                       the realization of what he was
                       doing. I think any man would've
                       left the ring that fast.

DISSOLVE TO:

36. INT. TAXI (PARKED/RAINING) - NIGHT 38.

        Inside the taxi, behind the wheel, is a female cabbie named
        ESMARELDA VILLALOBOS. A young woman, with Spanish looks, sits
        parked, drinking a steaming hot cup of coffee out of a white
        styrofoam cup.

The Sportscasters continue their coverage.

SPORTSCASTER #1 (OS)

                       Do you feel this ring death tragedy
                       will have an effect on the world of
                       boxing?

SPORTSCASTER #2 (OS)

                       Oh Dan, a tragedy like this can't
                       help but shake the world of boxing
                       to its very foundation. But it's
                       of paramount importance that during
                       the sad weeks ahead, the eyes of
                       the W.B.A. remain firmly fixed on
                       the -- CLICK --

Esmarelda shuts off the radio.

She takes a sip of coffee, then hears a NOISE behind her in
the alley. She sticks her head out of the car door to see:

37.     A window about three stories high opens on the auditorium-side
        of the alley. A gym bag is tossed out into a garbage dumpster
        below the window. Then, Butch Coolidge, still dressed in
        boxing trunks, shoes, gloves and yellow robe, LEAPS to the
        dumpster below.

ESMARELDA'S REACTION takes in the strangeness of this sight.

        Gym bag in hand, Butch CLIMBS out of the dumpster and RUNS to
        the taxi. Before he climbs in, he takes off his robe and
        throws it to the ground.

38. INT. TAXI (PARKED/RAINING) - NIGHT 38.

Butch, soaking wet, naked except for trunks, shoes and gloves,
HOPS in the backseat, SLAMMING the door.

Esmarelda, staring straight ahead, talks to Butch through the
rearview mirror:

ESMARELDA
(Spanish accent)

Are you the man I was supposed to
pick up?

BUTCH

If you're the cab I called, I'm the
guy you're supposed to pick up.

ESMARELDA

Where to?

BUTCH

Outta here.

The ignition key is TWISTED. The engine ROARS to life.

The meter is FLIPPED on.

Esmarelda's bare foot STOMPS on the gas pedal.

39. EXT. BOXING AUDITORIUM (RAINING) - NIGHT 39.

The cab WHIPS out of the alley, FISH-TAILING on the wet
pavement in front of the auditorium at a rapid pace.

40. INT. WILLIS LOCKER ROOM (AUDITORIUM) - NIGHT 40.

        Locker room door opens, English Dave fights his way through
        the pandemonium which is going on outside in the hall,
        shutting the door on the madness. Once inside, English Dave
        takes time to adjust his suit and tie.

        In the room, black boxer FLOYD RAY WILLIS lies on a table --
        dead. His face looks like he went dunking for bees. His
        TRAINER is on his knees, head on Floyd's chest, crying over
        the body.

        The huge figure that is Marsellus Wallace stands at the table,
        hand on the Trainer's shoulder, lending emotional support. We
        still do not see Marsellus clearly, only that he is big.

Mia sits in a chair at the far end of the room.

Marsellus looks up, sees English Dave and walks over to him.

MARSELLUS (OS)

What'cha got?

ENGLISH DAVE

He booked.

MARSELLUS (OS)

                       I'm prepared to scour the earth for
                       this motherfucker. If Butch goes
                       to Indo China, I want a nigger
                       hidin' in a bowl of rice, ready to
                       pop a cap in his ass.

ENGLISH DAVE

I'll take care of it.

41. INT. CAB (MOVING/RAINING) - NIGHT 41.

Butch gets one of his boxing gloves off.

Esmarelda watches in the rearview mirror.

He tries to roll down one of the backseat windows, but can't
find the roll bar.

BUTCH

Hey, how do I open the window back
here?

ESMARELDA

I have to do it.

        She presses a button and the back window moves down. Butch
        tosses his boxing glove out the window, then starts untying
        the other one.

Esmarelda can't keep quiet anymore.

ESMARELDA

Hey, mister?

                                  BUTCH
                            (still working on the
                              glove)

What?

ESMARELDA

You were in that fight? The fight
on the radio -- you're the fighter?

As he tosses his other glove out the window.

BUTCH

Whatever gave you that idea?

ESMARELDA

No c'mon, you're him, I know you're
him, tell me you're him.

                                  BUTCH
                            (drying himself with a
                              gym towel)

I'm him.

ESMARELDA

You killed the other boxing man.

BUTCH

He's dead?

ESMARELDA

The radio said he was dead.

He finished wiping himself down.

BUTCH
(to himself)

Sorry 'bout that, Floyd.

He tosses the towel out the window.

Silence, as Butch digs in his bag for a tee-shirt.

ESMARELDA

What does it feel like?

BUTCH
(finds his shirt)

What does what feel like?

ESMARELDA

Killing a man. Beating another man
to death with your bare hands.

Butch pulls on his tee-shirt.

BUTCH

Are you some kinda weirdo?

ESMARELDA

                       No, it's a subject I have much
                       interest in. You are the first
                       person I ever met who has killed
                       somebody. So, what was it like to
                       kill a man?

BUTCH

                       Tell ya what, you give me one of
                       them cigarettes, I'll give you an
                       answer.

Esmarelda bounces in her seat with excitment.

ESMARELDA

Deal!

        Butch leans forward. Esmarelda, keeping her eyes on the road,
        passes a cigarette back to him. He takes it. Then, still not
        looking behind her, she brings up her hand, a lit match in it.
        Butch lights his smoke, then blows out the match.

He takes a long drag.

BUTCH

So....

He looks at her license

BUTCH

...Esmarelda Villalobos -- is that
Mexican?

ESMARELDA

The name is Spanish, but I'm
Columbian.

BUTCH

It's a very pretty name.

ESMARELDA

It mean "Esmarelda of the wolves."

BUTCH

That's one hell of a name you got
there, sister.

ESMARELDA

Thank you. And what is your name?

BUTCH

Butch.

ESMARELDA

Butch. What does it mean?

BUTCH

                       I'm an American, our names don't
                       mean shit. Anyway, moving right
                       along, what is it you wanna know,
                       Esmarelda?

ESMARELDA

I want to know what it feels like
to kill a man --

BUTCH

                       -- I couldn't tell ya. I didn't
                       know he was dead 'til you told me
                       he was dead. Now I know he's dead,
                       do you wanna know how I feel about
                       it?

Esmarelda nods her head: "yes."

BUTCH

                       I don't feel the least little bit
                       bad. You wanna know why,
                       Esmarelda?

Esmarelda nods her head: "yes."

BUTCH

                       'Cause I'm a boxer. And after
                       you've said that, you've said
                       pretty much all there is to say
                       about me. Now maybe that son-of-a-
                       bitch tonight was once at one time
                       a boxer. If he was, then he was
                       dead before his ass ever stepped in
                       the ring. I just put the poor
                       bastard outta his misery. And if
                       he never was a boxer --
                            (Butch takes a drag)
                       That's what he gets for fuckin' up
                       my sport.

42. EXT. PHONE BOOTH (RAINING) - NIGHT 42.

We DOLLY around a phone booth as Butch talks inside.

BUTCH
(into phone)

                       What's I tell ya, soon as the word
                       got out a fix was in, the odds
                       would be outta control.
                       Hey, if he was a better fighter
                       he's be alive. If he never laced
                       up his gloves in the first place,
                       which he never shoulda done, he'd
                       be alive. Enough about the poor
                       unfortunate Mr. Floyd, let's talk
                       about the rich and prosperous Mr.
                       Butch. How many bookies you spread
                       it around with?
                            (pause)
                       Eight? How long to collect?
                            (pause)
                       So by tomorrow evening, you'll have
                       it all?
                            (pause)
                       Good news Scotty, real good news --
                       I understand a few stragglers
                       aside. Me an' Fabian're gonna
                       leave in the morning. It should
                       take us a couple days to get into
                       Knoxville. Next time we see each
                       other, it'll be on Tennessee time.

Butch hangs up the phone. He looks at the cab waiting to take
him wherever he wants to go.

                                  BUTCH
                            (to himself in French
                              with English
                              subtitles)

Fabian my love, our adventure
begins.

CUT TO:

43. EXT. MOTEL (STOPPED RAINING) - NIGHT 43.

        Esmarelda's tax pulled into the motel parking lot. The rain
        has stopped, but the night is still soaked. Butch gets out,
        now fully dressed in tee-shirt, jeans and high school athletic
        jacket. He leans in the driver's side window.

ESMARELDA

Forty-five sixty.

Handing her the money.

BUTCH

Merci beaucoup. And here's a
little something for the effort.

Butch holds up a hundred dollar bill.

Esmarelda's eyes light up. She goes to take it. Butch holds
it out of reach.

BUTCH

                       Now if anybody should ask you about
                       who your fare was tonight, what're
                       you gonna tell 'em?

ESMARELDA

The truth. Three well-dressed,
slightly toasted, Mexicans.

He gives her the bill.

BUTCH

Bon soir, Esmarelda.

ESMARELDA
(in Spanish)

Sleep well, Butch.

He tweaks her nose, she smiles, and he turns and walks away.
She drives off.

44. INT. MOTEL (ROOM SIX) - NIGHT 44.

Butch enters and turns on the light.

Lying curled up on the bed, fully dressed, with her back to us
is Butch's French girlfriend, FABIAN.

FABIAN

Keep the light off.

Butch flicks the switch back, making the room dark again.

BUTCH

Is that better, sugar pop?

FABIAN

Oui. Hard day at the office?

BUTCH

Pretty hard. I got into a fight.

FABIAN

Poor baby. Can we make spoons?

Butch climbs into bed, spooning Fabian from behind.

When Butch and Fabian speak to each other, they speak in baby-
talk.

FABIAN

I was looking at myself in the
mirror.

BUTCH

Uh-huh?

FABIAN

I wish I had a pot.

BUTCH

You were lookin' in the mirror and
you wish you had some pot?

FABIAN

A pot. A pot belly. Pot bellies
are sexy.

BUTCH

Well you should be happy, 'cause
you do.

FABIAN

                       Shut up, Fatso! I don't have a
                       pot! I have a bit of a tummy, like
                       Madonna when she did "Lucky Star,"
                       it's not the same thing.

BUTCH

                       I didn't realize there was a
                       difference between a tummy and a
                       pot belly.

FABIAN

The difference is huge.

BUTCH

You want me to have a pot?

FABIAN

                       No. Pot bellies make a man look
                       either oafish, or like a gorilla.
                       But on a woman, a pot belly is very
                       sexy. The rest of you is normal.
                       Normal face, normal legs, normal
                       hips, normal ass, but with a big,
                       perfectly round pot belly. If I
                       had one, I'd wear a tee-shirt two
                       sizes too small to accentuate it.

BUTCH

You think guys would find that
attractive?

FABIAN

                       I don't give a damn what men find
                       attractive. It's unfortunate what
                       we find pleasing to the touch and
                       pleasing to the eye is seldom the
                       same.

BUTCH

If I had a pot belly, I'd punch you
in it.

FABIAN

You'd punch me in my belly?

BUTCH

Right in the belly.

FABIAN

                       I'd smother you. I'd drop it on
                       your right on your face 'til you
                       couldn't breathe.

BUTCH

You'd do that to me?

FABIAN

Yes!

BUTCH

Did you get everything, sugar pop?

FABIAN

Yes, I did.

BUTCH

Good job.

FABIAN

Did everything go as planned?

BUTCH

You didn't listen to the radio?

FABIAN

I never listen to your fights.
Were you the winner?

BUTCH

I won alright.

FABIAN

Are you still retiring?

BUTCH

Sure am.

FABIAN

What about the man you fought?

BUTCH

Floyd retired too.

FABIAN
(smiling)

Really?! He won't be fighting no
more?!

BUTCH

Not no more.

FABIAN

So it all worked out in the finish?

BUTCH

We ain't at the finish, baby.

Fabian rolls over and Butch gets on top of her. They kiss.

FABIAN

We're in a lot of danger, aren't
we?

Butch nods his head: "yes."

FABIAN

If they find us, they'll kill us,
won't they?

Butch nods his head: "yes."

FABIAN

But they won't find us, will they?

Butch nods his head: "no."

FABIAN

Do you still want me to go with
you?

Butch nods his head: "yes."

FABIAN

I don't want to be a burden or a
nuisance --

Butch's hand goes out of frame and starts massaging her
crotch.

Fabian reacts.

FABIAN

Say it!

BUTCH

Fabian, I want you to be with me.

FABIAN

Forever?

BUTCH

...and ever.

Fabian lies her head back.

Butch continues to massage her crotch.

FABIAN

Do you love me?

BUTCH

Oui.

FABIAN

Butch? Will you give me oral
pleasure?

Butch kisses her on the mouth.

BUTCH

Will you kiss it?

She nods her head: "yes."

FABIAN

But you first.

Butch's head goes down out of frame to carry out the oral
pleasure. Fabian's face is alone in the frame.

                                  FABIAN
                            (in French, with
                              English subtitles)

Butch my love, the adventure
begins

FADE TO BLACK

FADE UP:

45. MOTEL ROOM 45.

        Same motel room, except empty. WE HEAR THE SHOWER RUNNING in
        the bathroom. The CAMERA MOVES to the bathroom doorway. We
        see Fabian in a white terry cloth robe that seems to swallow
        her up. She's drying her head with a towel. Butch is inside
        the shower washing up. We see the outline of his naked body
        through the smoky glass of the shower door. Steam fills the
        bathroom. Butch turns the shower off and opens the door,
        popping his head out.

BUTCH

I think I cracked a rib.

FABIAN

Giving me oral pleasure?

BUTCH

No retard, from the fight.

FABIAN

Don't call me retard.

BUTCH
(in a Mongoloid voice)

My name is Fabby! My name is
Fabby!

FABIAN

Shut up fuck head! I hate that
Mongoloid voice.

BUTCH

                       Okay, sorry, sorry, sorry, I take
                       it back! Can I have a towel
                       please, Miss Beautiful Tulip.

FABIAN

                       Oh I like that, I like being called
                       a tulip. Tulip is much better than
                       Mongoloid.

She finishes drying her hair and wraps the towel like a turban
on her head.

BUTCH

                       I didn't call you a Mongoloid, I
                       called you a retard, but I took it
                       back.

She hands him a towel.

BUTCH

Merci beaucoup.

FABIAN

Butch?

BUTCH

(drying his head)
Yes, lemon pie.

FABIAN

Where are we going to go?

BUTCH

                       I'm not sure yet. Wherever you
                       want. We're gonna get a lot of
                       money from this. But it ain't
                       gonna be so much, we can live like
                       hogs in the fat house forever. I
                       was thinking we could go somewhere
                       in the South Pacific. The kinda
                       money we'll have'll carry us a long
                       way down there.

FABIAN

So if we wanted, we could live in
Bora Bora?

BUTCH

                       You betcha. And if after awhile
                       you don't dig Bora Bora, then we
                       can move over to Tahiti or Mexico.                                   FABIAN                        But I do not speak Spanish.

BUTCH

                       You don't speak Bora Boran either.
                       Besides, Mexican is easy: Donde
                       esta el zapataria?

FABIAN

What does that mean?

BUTCH

Where's the shoe store?

FABIAN

Donde esta el zapataria?

BUTCH

Excellent pronunciation. You'll be
my little mama ceta in no time.

Butch exits the bathroom. We stay on FAbian as she brushes
her teeth.

Butch keeps on from the other room.

BUTCH (OS)

Que hora es?

FABIAN

Que hora es?

BUTCH (OS)

What time is it?

FABIAN

What time is it?

BUTCH (OS)

Time for bed. Sweet dream,
jellybean.

Fabian brushes her teeth. We watch her for a moment or two,
then she remember something.

FABIAN

Butch.

She walks out of the bathroom to ask Butch a question, only to
find him sound asleep in bed.

She looks at him for a moment.

FABIAN

Forget it.

She exits frame, going back in the bathroom. WE STAY on the
WIDE SHOT of the unconscious Butch in bed.

FADE TO BLACK

FADE UP:

46. MOTEL ROOM - MORNING 46.

SAME SHOT AS BEFORE, the next morning. We find Butch still
asleep in bed.

        Fabian brushes her teeth half in and half out of the bathroom
        so she can watch TV at the same time. She still wears the
        terry cloth robe from the night before.

ON TV: WILLIAM SMITH and a bunch of Hell's Angels are taking
on the entire Vietnamese army in the film "THE LOSERS."

Butch wakes from his sleep, as if a scary monster was chasing
him. His start startles Fabian.

FABIAN

Merde! You startled me. Did you
have a bad dream?

Butch squints down the front of the bed at her, trying to
focus.

BUTCH

...yeah...are you still brushing
your teeth?

FABIAN

                       This is me. I brush my teeth all
                       night long and into the early
                       morning. Do you think I have a
                       problem?

Fabian goes back into the bathroom to spit.

If that was supposed to be sarcasm, it was lost on Butch at
this early hour.

Butch, still trying to chase the cobwebs away, sees on TV
Hell's Angels tear-assin' through a Vietnamese prison camp.

BUTCH

What are you watching?

FABIAN

A motorcycle movie, I'm not sure
the name.

BUTCH

Are you watchin' it?

Fabian enters the room.

FABIAN

In a way. Why? Would you like for
me to switch it off?

BUTCH

Would you please?

She reaches over and turns off the TV.

BUTCH

It's a little too early in the
morning for explosions and war.

FABIAN

What was it about?

BUTCH

How should I know, you were the one
watchin' it.

Fabian laughs.

FABIAN

No, imbecile, what was your dream
about?

BUTCH

Oh, I...don't remember. It's
really rare I remember a dream.

FABIAN

You just woke up from it.

BUTCH

Fabian, I'm not lying to you, I
don't remember.

FABIAN

                       Well, let's look at the grumpy man
                       in the morning. I didn't say you
                       were lying, it's just odd you don't
                       remember your dreams. I always
                       remember mine. Did you know you
                       talk in your sleep?

BUTCH

I don't talk in my sleep, do I talk
in my sleep?

FABIAN

You did last night.

BUTCH

What did I say?

Laying on top of him.

FABIAN

I don't know. I couldn't
understand you.

She kisses Butch.

FABIAN

                       Why don't you get up and we'll get
                       some breakfast at that breakfast
                       place with the pancakes.

BUTCH

One more kiss and I'll get up.

Fabian gives Butch a sweet long kiss.

FABIAN

Satisfied?

BUTCH

Yep.

FABIAN

Then get up, lazy bones.

Butch climbs out of bed and starts pulling clothes out of the
suitcase that Fabian brought.

BUTCH

What time is it?

FABIAN

Almost nine in the morning. What
time does our train arrive?

BUTCH

Eleven.

Seeing him looking at a pair of pants.

FABIAN

                       Those pants are very nice. Can you
                       wear those with that nice blue
                       shirt you have?

He pulls a blue shirt of the suitcase.

BUTCH

This one?

FABIAN

That's the one. That matches.

BUTCH

Okay.

He puts the cloths on.

FABIAN

                       I'm gonna order a big plate of
                       blueberry pancakes with maple
                       syrup, eggs over easy, and five
                       sausages.

                                  BUTCH
                            (surprised at her
                              potential appetite)

Anything to drink with that?

Butch is finished dressing.

                                  FABIAN
                            (referring to his
                              clothes)

                       Oh yes, that looks nice. To drink,
                       a tall glass or orange juice and a
                       black cup of coffee. After that,
                       I'm going to have a slice of pie.

As he goes through the suitcase.

BUTCH

Pie for breakfast?

FABIAN

                       Any time of the day is a good time
                       for pie. Blueberry pie to go with
                       the pancakes. And on top, a thin
                       slice of melted cheese --

BUTCH

-- where's my watch?

FABIAN

It's there.

BUTCH

No, it's not. It's not here.

FABIAN

Have you looked?

By now, Butch is frantically rummaging through the suitcase.

BUTCH

Yes I've fuckin' looked!!

He's now throwing clothes.

BUTCH

What the fuck do you think I'm
doing?! Are you sure you got it?

Fabian can hardly speak, she's never seen Butch this way.

FABIAN

Uhhh...yes...beside the table
drawer --

BUTCH

-- on the little kangaroo.

FABIAN

Yes, it was on your little
kangaroo.

BUTCH

Well it's not here!

FABIAN
(on the verge of tears)

Well it should be!

BUTCH

                       Oh it most definitely should be
                       here, but it's not. So where is
                       it?

Fabian is crying and scared.

Butch lowers his voice, which only serves to make him more
menacing.

BUTCH

                       Fabian, that was my father's
                       fuckin' watch. You know what my
                       father went through to git me that
                       watch?...I don't wanna get into it
                       right now...but he went through a
                       lot. Now all this other shit, you
                       coulda set on fire, but I
                       specifically reminded you not to
                       forget my father's watch. Now
                       think, did you get it?

FABIAN

I believe so....

BUTCH

You believe so? You either did, or
you didn't, now which one is it?

FABIAN

Then I did.

BUTCH

Are you sure?

FABIAN
(shaking)

No.

Butch freaks out, he punches the air.

Fabian SCREAMS and backs into a corner,

Butch picks up the motel TV and THROWS IT AGAINST the wall.

Fabian SCREAMS IN HORROR.

Butch looks toward her, suddenly calm.

BUTCH
(to Fabian)

                       No! It's not your fault.
                            (he approached her)
                       You left it at the apartment.

He bends down in front of the woman who has sunk to the floor.

He touches her hand, she flinches.

BUTCH

                       If you did leave it at the
                       apartment, it's not your fault. I
                       had you bring a bunch of stuff. I
                       reminded you about it, but I didn't
                       illustrate how personal the watch
                       was to me. If all I gave a fuck
                       about was my watch, I should've
                       told you. You ain't a mind reader.

He kisses her hand. Then rises.

Fabian is still sniffling.

Butch goes to the closet.

FABIAN

I'm sorry.

Butch puts on his high school jacket.

BUTCH

Don't be. It just means I won't be
able to eat breakfast with you.

FABIAN

Why does it mean that?

BUTCH

Because I'm going back to my
apartment to get my watch.

FABIAN

Won't the gangsters be looking for
you there?

BUTCH

                       That's what I'm gonna find out. If
                       they are, and I don't think I can
                       handle it, I'll split.

Rising from the floor.

FABIAN

My darling, I don't want you to be
murdered over a silly watch.

BUTCH

                       One, it's not a silly watch. Two,
                       I'm not gonna be murdered. And
                       three, don't be scared. I won't
                       let anything get in the way of us
                       living a happy life together.

Butch brings her close and puts his hands on her face.

BUTCH

                       Don't feel bad, sugar pop. Nothing
                       you could ever do would make me
                       permanently angry at you.
                            (pause)
                       I love you, remember?
                            (he digs some money out
                              of his wallet)
                       Now here's some money, order those
                       pancakes and have a great
                       breakfast.

FABIAN

Don't go.

BUTCH

I'll be back before you can say,
blueberry pie.

FABIAN

Blueberry pie.

BUTCH

Well maybe not that fast, but fast.
Okay? Okay?

FABIAN

Okay.

He kisses her once more and heads for the door.

BUTCH

Bye-bye, sugar pop.

FABIAN

Bye.

BUTCH

I'm gonna take your Honda.

FABIAN

Okay.

And with that, he's out the door.

Fabian sits on the bed and looks at the money he gave her.

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