Over black, we can HEAR in the distance, men talking.

        FADE UP:

69.     INT. BATHROOM - DAY                                             69.

        We're in the bathroom of the Hollywood apartment we were in
        earlier.  In fact, we're there at exactly the same time.
        Except this time, we're in the bathroom with the FOURTH MAN.
        The Fourth Man is pacing around the small room, listening hard
        to what's being said on the other side of the door, tightly
        CLUTCHING his huge silver ,357 Magnum.

        BANG!  BANG!  BOOM!  POW!  BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!

        The Fourth Man freaks out.  He THROWS himself against the back
        wall, gun outstretched in front of him, a look of yellow fear
        on his face, ready to blow in half anybody fool enough to
        stick their head through that door.

        Then he listens to them talk.

        Waiting for them isn't the smartest move.  Bursting out the
        door and blowing them all away while they're fuckin' around is
        the way to go.
 

70.     INT. APARTMENT - DAY                                            70.

        The bathroom door BURSTS OPEN and the Fourth Man CHARGES out,
        silver Magnum raised, FIRING SIX BOOMING SHOTS from his hand
        cannon.

        DOLLY INTO Fourth Man, same as before.

        He SCREAM until he's dry firing.  Then a look of confusion
        crosses his face.

        TWO SHOT - JULES AND VINCENT
        standing next to each other, unharmed.  Amazing as it seems,
        none of the Fourth Man's shots appear to have hit anybody.
        Jules and Vincent exchange looks like, "Are we hit?"  They're
        as confused at the shooter.  After looking at each other, they
        bring their looks up to the Fourth Man.

        The Fourth Man is taken out of the scenario by the two men's
        bullets who, unlike his, HIT their marks.  He drops DEAD.

        The two men lower their guns.  Jules, obviously shaken, sits
        down in a chair.  Vincent, after a moment of respect, shrugs
        it off.  Then heads toward Marvin in the corner.

        Jules rises, moving toward Vincent.

        Vincent prepares to leave.

71.     EXT. HOLLYWOOD APARTMENT BUILDING - MORNING                     71.

        The Chevy Nova PROPELS itself into traffic.
 

72.     INT. NOVA (MOVING) - MORNING                                    72.

        Jules is behind the wheel, Vincent in the passenger seat and
        Marvin in the back.

        Vincent turns to the backseat with the .45 casually in his
        grip.

        Vincent's .45 goes BANG!

        Marvin is hit in the upper chest, below the throat.  He
        GURGLES blood and SHAKES.

        Marvin, suffering though he is, is listening to this debate,
        not believing what he's hearing.

        Vincent turns to the backseat, places the barrel of the .45
        against Marvin's forehead.  Marvin's eyes are as big as
        saucers.  He tries to talk Vince out of this, but when he
        opens his mouth, only GURGLES come out.

        CU of the steering wheel.

        Jules presses down hard on the horn:  HONK and BANG!

        When we CUT BACK to the two men, the car is completely covered
        in blood.  It's all over everything, including Jules and
        Vincent.

        Jules takes out a cellular phone and starts punching digits.

        He folds up the phone, turns to Vincent.