Vincent Vega and Marcellus Wallace's Wife
Against black, TITLE CARD:
MARSELLUS WALLACE'S WIFE"
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.
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.
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."
I got no problem with that.
In the fifth, your ass goes down.
Butch nods his head: "yes."
In the fifth, my ass goes down.
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
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
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.
Where's the big man?
He's over there, finishing up some
Butch shakes hands with a huge figure with his back to us.
The huge figure is the infamous and as of yet still UNSEEN
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?
How 'bout a cup of just plain ol'
Comin' up. I hear you're taking
Mia out tomorrow?
At Marsellus' request.
Have you met Mia?
English Dave smiles to himself.
What's so funny?
Not a goddamn thing.
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.
My name's Paul, and this is between
Butch bellies up to the bar next to Vincent, drinking his cup
of "plain ol' American."
(to English Dave)
Can I get a pack'a Red Apples?
While Butch waits for his smokes, Vincent just sips his
coffee, staring at him. Butch looks over at him.
Lookin' at somethin', friend?
I ain't your friend, palooka.
Butch does a slow burn toward Vincent.
What was that?
I think ya heard me just fine,
Butch turns his body to Vincent, when...
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
Vincent hugging and kissing the obscured figure that is
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.
13. INT. LANCE'S HOUSE (KITCHEN) - NIGHT 13.
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.
...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.
You know how they use that gun when
they pierce your ears? They don't
use that when they pierce your
nipples, do they?
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.
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.
It's a sex thing. It helps
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.
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.
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.
Remember, I just got back from
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.
That's a bold statement.
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
Give me three hundred worth of the
madman. If it's as good as you
say, I'll be back for a thousand.
I just hope I still have it.
Whaddya think of Trudi? She ain't
got a boyfriend, wanna hand out an'
Which one's Trudi? The one with
all the shit in her face?
No, that's Jody. That's my wife.
Vincent and Lance giggle at the "faux pas."
I'm on my way somewhere. I got a
dinner engagement. Rain check?
Vincent takes out his case of the works (utensils for shooting
You don't mind if I shoot up here?
Me casa, su casa.
Vincent takes his works out of his case and, as the two
continue to talk, Vince shoots up.
Still got your Malibu?
You know what some fucker did to it
the other day?
Fuckin' keyed it.
Oh man, that's fucked up.
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.
They should be fuckin' killed. No
trial, no jury, straight to
As he cooks his heroin --
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
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.
15. EXT. MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOUSE - NIGHT 15.
Vincent walks up to the driveway leading to Marsellus
Wallace's front door. When he gets to the door, he hears
MUSIC on the other side, and a note in plain view taped to it.
He rips it off.
CU - NOTE
I'm getting dressed. The door's
open. Come inside and make
yourself a drink.
Vincent neatly folds the note up, sticks it in his pocket,
takes a here-goes-nothing breath and turns the knob.
16. INT. MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOUSE - NIGHT 16.
As Vincent steps inside, the MUSIC that was behind the door,
SWELLS drastically. Vincent, hands in pockets, strolls
inside, checking out his boss' home.
Hello! I'm here!
We hear a DOOR OPEN, Vincent turns in its direction.
17. INT. DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT 17.
We're inside the room where the MUSIC is PLAYING. In the f.g.
MIA WALLACE, naked with her back to us, talks to Vincent
through a crack in the door. The door shields the front of
her body from Vincent.
I'm Vincent, you Mia?
That's me, pleased to meetcha. I'm
still getting dressed. To your
left, past the kitchen, is a bar.
Why don't you make yourself a
drink, have a seat in the living
room, and I'll be out within three
shakes of a lamb's tail.
Take your time.
Mia closes the door. Before she can fully turn around and
show us her face...
BACK TO VINCENT
standing where he was, MUSIC beating, looking at the closed
door. We slowly ZOOM to the door.
We slowly ZOOM from a MEDIUM SHOT to CU on Vincent as he
contemplates what's on the other side of the door. When we
reach a CU, he walks OUT OF FRAME, breaking the spell.
Vincent walks to the bar and pours himself a drink.
as the MUSIC plays.
Mia's dress selection is taken out of the closet.
Vincent, drink in hand, moves into the living room.
Mia, her back to CAMERA, dressed in her pretty dress, checks
herself in the mirror. We DOLLY towards her. Her face is
CU - PORTRAIT OF MIA
hanging on the living room wall, showing Mia sensually
reclining on a couch.
HIGH ANGLE SHOT OF VINCENT
looking up at the portrait.
CU - Mia cutting a huge line of coke on her vanity table with
a credit card.
Vincent sits on a plush, comfy couch.
CU - MIA'S NOSE
snorting the line from a rolled up dollar bill.
Vincent on the couch, drink in hand. The SONG abruptly CUTS
CU - CD PLAYER OPENING
Mia's hand comes in and takes the CD out.
The CAMERA follows behind Mia's bare feet as she walks out of
the dressing room, through the dining room, through the
kitchen and into the living room.
SHOT THROUGH A VIDEO CAMERA
Mia has a camcorder and is videotaping Vincent on the couch.
He looks up and sees her.
Smile, you're on Mia's camera!
Ready to go?
Not yet. I'm going to interview you
first. Are you any relation to
Yeah, she's my cousin.
Suzanne Vega the folk singer is
Suzanne Vega's my cousin. If she's
become a folk singer, I sure as
hell don't know nothin' about it.
But then I haven't been to too many
Now I'm gonna ask you a bunch of
quick questions I've come up with
that more of less tell me what kind
of person I'm having dinner with.
My theory is that when it comes to
important subjects, there's only
two ways a person can answer. For
instance, there's two kinds of
people in this world, Elvis people
and Beatles people. Now Beatles
people can like Elvis. And Elvis
people can like the Beatles. But
nobody likes them both equally.
Somewhere you have to make a
choice. And that choice tells me
who you are.
I can dig it.
I knew you could. First question,
Brady Bunch or the Partridge
The Partridge Family all the way,
On "Rich Man, Poor Man," who did
you like, Peter Strauss or Nick
Nick Nolte, of course.
Are you a "Bewitched" man, or a
"Bewitched," all the way, though I
always dug how Jeannie always
called Larry Hagman "master."
If you were "Archie," who would you
fuck first, Betty or Veronica?
Betty. I never understood Veronica
Have you ever fantasized about
being beaten up by a girl?
Emma Peel on "The Avengers." That
tough girl who usta hang out with
Encyclopedia Brown. And Arlene
Who's Arlene Motika?
Girl from sixth grade, you don't
CU - MIA
lowers the camcorder from in front of her face and we get our
first full-on look at her. When we do, we get a pretty good
idea why Marsellus feels the way he does. She breaks out in a
Cut. Print. Let's go eat.
18. EXT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S - NIGHT 18.
In the past six years, 50's diners have sprung up all over LA,
giving Thai restaurants a run for their money. They're all
basically the same. Decor out of an "Archie" comic book,
Golden Oldies constantly emanating from a bubbly Wurlitzer,
saucy waitresses in bobby socks, menus with items like the
Fats Domino Cheeseburger, or the Wolfman Jack Omelette, and
over prices that pay for all this bullshit.
But then there's JACKRABBIT SLIM'S, the big mama of 50's
diners. Either the best or the worst, depending on your point
Vincent's Malibu pulls up to the restaurant. A big sign with
a neon figure of a cartoon surly cool cat jackrabbit in a red
windbreaker towers over the establishment. Underneath the
cartoon is the name: JACKRABBIT SLIM'S. Underneath that is
the slogan: "Next best thing to a time machine."
19. INT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S - NIGHT 19.
Compared to the interior, the exterior was that of a quaint
English pub. Posters from 50's A.I.P. movies are all over the
wall ("ROCK ALL NIGHT," "HIGH SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL," "ATTACK OF
THE CRAB MONSTER," and "MACHINE GUN KELLY"). The booths that
the patrons sit in are made out of the cut up bodies of 50s
In the middle of the restaurant in a dance floor. A big sign
on the wall states, "No shoes allowed." So wannabe beboppers
(actually Melrose-types), do the twist in their socks or
The picture windows don't look out the street, but instead,
B & W movies of 50's street scenes play behind them. The
WAITRESSES and WAITERS are made up as replicas of 50's icons:
MARILYN MONROE, ZORRO, JAMES DEAN, DONNA REED, MARTIN and
LEWIS, and THE PHILIP MORRIS MIDGET, wait on tables wearing
Vincent and Mia study the menu in a booth made out of a red
'59 Edsel. BUDDY HOLLY (their waiter), comes over, sporting a
big button on his chest that says: "Hi I'm Buddy, pleasing
you please me."
Hi I'm Buddy, what can I get'cha?
I'll have the Douglas Sirk steak.
How d'ya want it, burnt to a crisp,
or bloody as hell?
Bloody as hell. And to drink, a
How 'bout you, Peggy Sue?
I'll have the Durwood Kirby burger
-- bloody -- and a five-dollar
How d'ya want that shake, Martin
and Lewis, or Amos and Andy?
Martin and Lewis.
Did you just order a five-dollar
A shake? Milk and ice cream?
It costs five dollars?
You don't put bourbon in it or
Vincent takes a look around the place. The YUPPIES are
dancing, the DINERS are biting into big, juicy hamburgers, and
the icons are playing their parts. Marilyn is squealing, The
Midget is paging Philip Morris, Donna Reed is making her
customers drink their milk, and Dean and Jerry are acting a
It's like a wax museum with a pulse
Vincent takes out his pouch of tobacco and begins rolling
himself a smoke.
After a second of watching him --
What are you doing?
Rollin' a smoke.
It's just tobacco.
Oh. Well in that case, will you
roll me one, cowboy?
As he finishes licking it --
You can have his one, cowgirl.
He hands her the rolled smoke. She takes it, putting it to
her lips. Out of nowhere appears a Zippo lighter in Vincent's
hand. He lights it.
Think nothing of it.
He begins rolling one for himself.
As this time, the SOUND of a subway car fills the diner,
making everything SHAKE and RATTLE. Marilyn Monroe runs to a
square vent in the floor. An imaginary subway train BLOWS the
skirt of her white dress around her ears as she lets out a
squeal. The entire restaurant applauds.
Back to Mia and Vincent
Marsellus said you just got back
Sure did. I heard you did a pilot.
That was my fifteen minutes.
What was it?
It was show about a team of female
secret agents called "Fox Force
"Fox Force Five." Fox, as in we're
a bunch of foxy chicks. Force, as
in we're a force to be reckoned
with. Five, as in there's one..two
..three..four..five of us. There
was a blonde one, Sommerset O'Neal
from that show "Baton Rouge," she
was the leader. A Japanese one, a
black one, a French one and a
brunette one, me. We all had
special skills. Sommerset had a
photographic memory, the Japanese
fox was a kung fu master, the black
girl was a demolition expert, the
French fox' specialty was sex...
What was your specialty?
Knives. The character I played,
Raven McCoy, her background was she
was raised by circus performers.
So she grew up doing a knife act.
According to the show, she was the
deadliest woman in the world with a
But because she grew up in a
circus, she was also something of
an acrobat. She could do
illusions, she was a trapeze artist
-- when you're keeping the world
safe from evil, you never know when
being a trapeze artist's gonna come
in handy. And she knew a zillion
old jokes her grandfather, an old
vaudevillian, taught her. If we
woulda got picked up, they woulda
worked in a gimmick where every
episode I woulda told and ol joke.
Do you remember any of the jokes?
Well I only got the chance to say
one, 'cause we only did one show.
No. It's really corny.
C'mon, don't be that way.
No. You won't like it and I'll be
You told it in front of fifty
million people and you can't tell
it to me? I promise I won't laugh.
That's what I'm afraid of.
That's not what I meant and you
You're quite the silver tongue
devil, aren't you?
I meant I wouldn't laugh at you.
That's not what you said Vince.
Well now I'm definitely not gonna
tell ya, 'cause it's been built up
What a gyp.
Buddy comes back with the drinks. Mia wraps her lips around
the straw of her shake.
Can I have a sip of that? I'd like
to know what a five-dollar shake
Be my guest.
She slides the shake over to him.
You can use my straw, I don't have
Yeah, but maybe I do.
Kooties I can handle.
He takes a sip.
Goddamn! That's a pretty fuckin'
good milk shake.
I don't know if it's worth five
dollars, but it's pretty fuckin'
He slides the shake back.
Then the first of an uncomfortable silence happens.
Don't you hate that?
Uncomfortable silences. Why do we
feel it's necessary to yak about
bullshit in order to be
I don't know.
That's when you know you found
somebody special. When you can
just shit the fuck up for a minute,
and comfortably share silence.
I don't think we're there yet. But
don't feel bad, we just met each
Well I'll tell you what, I'll go to
the bathroom and powder my nose,
while you sit here and think of
something to say.
I'll do that.
20. INT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S (LADIES ROOM) - NIGHT 20.
Mia powders her nose by doing a big line of coke off the
bathroom sink. Her head jerks up from the rush.
I said goddamn!
21. INT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S (DINING AREA) - NIGHT 21.
Vincent digs into his Douglas Sirk steak. As he chews, his
eyes scan the Hellsapopinish restaurant.
Mia comes back to the table.
Don't you love it when you go to
the bathroom and you come back to
find your food waiting for you?
We're lucky we got it at all.
Buddy Holly doesn't seem to be much
of a waiter. We shoulda sat in
Marilyn Monroe's section.
Which one, there's two Marilyn
No there's not.
Pointing at Marilyn in the white dress serving a table.
That's Marilyn Monroe...
Then, pointing at a BLONDE WAITRESS in a tight sweater and
capri pants, taking an order from a bunch of FILM GEEKS --
...and that's Mamie Van Doren. I
don't see Jayne Mansfield, so it
must be her night off.
I have moments.
Did ya think of something to say?
Actually, there's something I've
wanted to ask you about, but you
seem like a nice person, and I
didn't want to offend you.
Oooohhhh, this doesn't sound like
mindless, boring, getting-to-know-
you chit-chat. This sounds like
you actually have something to say.
Only if you promise not to get
You can't promise something like
that. I have no idea what you're
gonna ask. You could ask me what
you're gonna ask me, and my natural
response could be to be offended.
Then, through no fault of my own, I
woulda broken my promise.
Then let's just forget it.
That is an impossibility. Trying
to forget anything as intriguing as
this would be an exercise in
Is that a fact?
Mia nods her head: "Yes."
Besides, it's more exciting when
you don't have permission.
What do you think about what
happened to Antwan?
Tony Rocky Horror.
He fell out of a window.
That's one way to say it. Another
way is, he was thrown out. Another
was is, he was thrown out by
Marsellus. And even another way
is, he was thrown out of a window
by Marsellus because of you.
Is that a fact?
No it's not, it's just what I
Who told you this?
Mia and Vincent smile.
They talk a lot, don't they?
They certainly do.
Well don't by shy Vincent, what
exactly did they say?
Vincent is slow to answer
Let me help you Bashful, did it
involve the F-word?
No. They just said Rocky Horror
gave you a foot massage.
No and, that's it.
You heard Marsellus threw Rocky
Horror out of a four-story window
because he massaged my feet?
And you believed that?
At the time I was told, it seemed
Marsellus throwing Tony out of a
four-story window for giving me a
foot massage seemed reasonable?
No, it seemed excessive. But that
doesn't mean it didn't happen. I
heard Marsellus is very protective
A husband being protective of his
wife is one thing. A husband
almost killing another man for
touching his wife's feet is
But did it happen?
The only thing Antwan ever touched
of mine was my hand, when he shook
it. I met Anwan once -- at my
wedding -- then never again. The
truth is, nobody knows why
Marsellus tossed Tony Rocky Horror
out of that window except Marsellus
and Tony Rocky Horror. But when
you scamps get together, you're
worse than a sewing circle.
Are you mad?
Not at all. Being the subject of
back-fence gossip goes with the
right, I guess.
She takes a sip of her five-dollar shake, and says:
Asking my side.
At that moment, a great oldie-but-goodie BLASTS from the
I wanna dance.
I'm not much of a dancer.
Now I'm the one gettin' gyped. I
do believe Marsellus told you to
take me out and do whatever I
wanted. Well, now I want to dance.
Vincent smiles and begins taking off his boots. Mia
triumphantly casts hers off. He takes her hand, escorting her
to the dance floor. The two face each other for that brief
moment before you begin to dance, than they both break into a
devilish twist. Mia's version of the twist is that of a sexy
cat. Vincent is pure Mr. Cool as he gets into a hip-
swivelling rhythm that would make Mr. Checker proud.
The OTHER DANCERS on the floor are trying to do the same
thing, but Vincent and Mia seem to be strangely shaking their
asses in sync. The two definitely share a rhythm and share
smiles as they SING ALONG with the last verse of the Golden
22. INT. MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOME - NIGHT 22.
The front door FLINGS open, and Mia and Vincent dance tango-
style into the house, singing a cappella the song from the
previous scene. They finish their little dance, laughing.
The two just stand face to face looking at each other.
Was than an uncomfortable silence?
I don't know what that was.
Music and drinks!
Mia moves away to attend to both. Vincent hangs up his
overcoat on a big bronze coat rack in the alcove.
I'm gonna take a piss.
That was a little bit more
information than I needed to know,
but for right ahead.
Vincent shuffles off to the john.
Mia moves to her CD player, thumbs through a stack of CDs and
selects one: k.d. lang. The speakers BLAST OUT a high energy
country number, which Mia plays air-guitar to. She dances her
way around the room and finds herself by Vincent's overcoat
hanging on the rack. She touches its sleeve. It feels good.
Her hand hoes in its pocket and pulls out his tobacco pouch.
Like a little girl playing cowboy, she spreads the tobacco on
some rolling paper. Imitating what he did earlier, licks the
paper and rolls it into a pretty good cigarette. Maybe a
little too fat, but not bad for a first try. Mia thinks so
anyway. Her hand reaches back in the pocket and pulls out his
Zippo lighter. She SLAPS the lighter against her leg, trying
to light it fancy-style like Vince did. What do you know, she
did it! Mia's one happy clam. She triumphantly brings the
fat flame up to her fat smoke, lighting it up, then LOUDLY
SNAPS the Zippo closed.
The Mia-made cigarette is brought up to her lips, and she
takes a long, cool drag. Her hand slides the Zippo back in
the overcoat pocket. But wait, her fingers touch something
else. Those fingers bring out a plastic bag with white powder
inside, the madman that Vincent bought earlier from Lance.
Wearing a big smile, Mia brings the bag of heroin up to her
(like you would say
Disco! Vince, you little cola nut,
you've been holding out on me.
23. INT. BATHROOM (MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOUSE) - NIGHT 23.
Vincent stands at the sink, washing his hands, talking to
himself in the mirror.
One drink and leave. Don't be
rude, but drink your drink quickly,
say goodbye, walk out the door, get
in your car, and go down the road.
Mia has the unbeknownst-to-her heroin cut up into big lines on
her glass top coffee table. Taking her trusty hundred dollar
bill like a human Dust-Buster, she quickly snorts the fat
CU - MIA
her head JERKS back. Her hands go to her nose (which feels
like it's on fucking fire), something is terribly wrong.
Then...the rush hits...
Vincent dries his hands on a towel while he continues his
dialogue with the mirror.
...it's a moral test of yourself,
whether or not you can maintain
loyalty. Because when people are
loyal to each other, that's very
Mia is on all fours trying to crawl to the bathroom, but it's
like she's trying to crawl with the bones removed from her
knees. Blood begins to drip from Mia's nose. Then her
stomach gets into the act and she VOMITS.
So you're gonna go out there, drink
your drink, say "Goodnight, I've
had a very lovely evening," go
home, and jack off. And that's all
you're gonna do.
Now that he's given himself a little pep talk, Vincent's ready
for whatever's waiting for him on the other side of that door.
So he goes through it.
We follow behind Vincent as he walks from the bathroom to the
living room, where he finds Mia lying on the floor like a rag
doll. She's twisted on her back. Blood and puke are down her
front. And her face is contorted. Not out of the tightness
of pain, but just the opposite, the muscles in her face are so
relaxed, she lies still with her mouth wide open. Slack-
Vincent moves like greased lightning to Mia's fallen body.
Bending down where she lays, he puts his fingers on her neck
to check her pulse. She slightly stirs.
Mia is aware of Vincent over her, speaking to her.
Mia! Mia! What the hell happened?
But she's unable to communicate. Mia makes a few lost
mumbles, but they're not distinctive enough to be called
Vincent props her eyelids open and sees the story.
I'll be a sonofabitch.
Mia! Mia! What did you take?
Answer me honey, what did you take?
Mia is incapable of answering. He SLAPS her face hard.
Vincent SPRINGS up and RUNS to his overcoat, hanging on the
rack. He goes through the pockets FRANTICALLY. It's gone.
Vincent makes a beeline to Mia. We follow.
(yelling to Mia)
Okay honey, we're getting you on
He reaches her and hoists the dead weight up in his arms.
We're on our feet now, and now
we're gonna talk out to the car.
Here we go, watch us walk.
We follow behind as he hurriedly walks the practically-
unconscious Mia through the house and out the front door.
24. EXT. VINCENT'S HOT ROD (MOVING) - NIGHT 24.
INSERT SPEEDOMETER: red needle on a hundred.
Vincent driving like a madman in a town without traffic laws,
speeds the car into turns and up and over hills.
25. INT. VINCENT'S HOT ROD (MOVING) - NIGHT 25.
Vincent, one hand firmly on the wheel, the other shifting like
Robocop, both eyes staring straight ahead except when he
glances over at Mia.
Mia, slack-jawed expression, mouth gaping, posture of a bag of
Vincent takes a cellular phone out of his pocket. He punches
26. INT. LANCE'S HOUSE - NIGHT 26.
At this late hour, Lance has transformed from a bon vivant
drug dealer to a bathrobe creature.
He sits in a big comfy chair, ratty blue gym pants, a worn-out
but comfortable tee-shirt that has, written on it, "TAFT,
CALIFORNIA," and a moth-ridden terry cloth robe. In his hand
is a bowl of Cap'n Crunch with Crunch Berries. In front of
him on the coffee table is a jug of milk, the box the Cap'n
Crunch with Crunch Berries came out of, and a hash pipe in an
On the big-screen TV in front of the table is the Three
Stooges, and they're getting married.
PREACHER (EMIL SIMKUS)
Hold hands, you love birds.
The phone RINGS.
Lance puts down his cereal and makes his way to the phone.
It RINGS again.
Jody, his wife, CALLS from the bedroom, obviously woken up.
Lance! The phone's ringing!
I can hear it!
I thought you told those fuckin'
assholes never to call this late!
(by the phone)
I told 'em and that's what I'm
gonna tell this fuckin' asshole
(he answers the phone)
Hello, do you know how late it is?
You're not supposed to be callin'
me this fuckin' late.
BACK TO VINCENT IN THE MALIBU
Vincent is still driving like a stripe-assed ape, clutching
the phone to his ear. WE CUT BACK AND FORTH during the
Lance, this is Vincent, I'm in big
fuckin' trouble man, I'm on my way
to your place.
Whoa, hold you horses man, what's
You still got an adrenalin shot?
(dawning on him)
I need it man, I got a chick she's
fuckin' O.D.ing on me.
Don't bring her here! I'm not even
fuckin' joking with you, don't you
be bringing some fucked up pooh-
butt to my house!
Yeah. She's dyin'.
Then bite the fuckin' bullet, take
'er to a hospital and call a
She ain't my fuckin' problem, you
fucked her up, you deal with it --
are you talkin' to me on a cellular
I don't know you, who is this,
don't come here, I'm hangin' up.
Too late, I'm already here.
At that moment inside Lance's house, WE HEAR Vincent's Malibu
coming up the street. Lance hangs up the phone, goes to his
curtains and YANKS the cord. The curtains open with a WHOOSH
in time to see Vincent's Malibu DRIVING UP on his front lawn
and CRASHING into his house. THe window Lance is looking out
of SHATTERS from the impact.
What the hell was that?
Lance CHARGES from the window, out the door to his front lawn.
27. EXT. LANCE'S HOUSE - NIGHT 27.
Vincent is already out of the car, working on getting Mia out.
Have you lost your mind?! You
crashed your car in my fuckin'
house! You talk about drug shit on
a cellular fuckin' phone --
If you're through havin' your
little hissy fit, this chick is
dyin', get your needle and git it
Are you deaf? You're not bringin'
that fucked up bitch in my house!
This fucked up bitch is Marsellus
Wallace's wife. Now if she fuckin'
croaks on me, I'm a grease spot.
But before he turns me into a bar
soap, I'm gonna be forced to tell
'im about how you coulda saved her
life, but instead you let her die
on your front lawn.
28. INT. LANCE'S HOUSE - NIGHT 28.
WE START in Lance's and Jody's bedroom.
Jody, in bed, throws off the covers and stands up. She's
wearing a long tee-shirt with a picture of Fred Flintstone on
We follow HANDHELD behind her as she opens the door, walking
through the hall into the living room.
It's only one-thirty in the goddamn
mornin'! What the fuck's goin' on
As she walks in the living room, she sees Vincent and Lance
standing over Mia, who's lying on the floor in the middle of
From here on in, everything in this scene is frantic, like a
DOCUMENTARY in an emergency ward, with the big difference here
being nobody knows what the fuck they're doing.
Lance looks up at Jody.
Get that black box in the bedroom I
have with the adrenalin shot.
What's wrong with her?
She's O.D.ing on us.
Well get her the hell outta here!
LANCE AND VINCENT
Get the fuckin' shot!
Don't yell at me!
She angrily turns and disappears into the bedroom looking for
WE MOVE into the room with the two men.
You two are a match made in heaven.
Look, just keep talkin' to her,
okay? While she's gettin' the
shot, I gotta get a medical book.
What do you need a medical book
To tell me how to do it. I've
never given an adrenalin shot
You've had that thing for six years
and you never used it?
I never had to use it. I don't go
joy-poppin' with bubble-gummers,
all of my friends can handle their
Well then get it.
I am, if you'll let me.
I'm not fuckin' stoppin' you.
Stop talkin' to me, and start
talkin' to her.
WE FOLLOW Lance as he runs out of the living room into a...
29. SPARE ROOM 29.
with a bunch of junk in it. He frantically starts scanning
the junk for the book he's looking for, repeating the words,
"Come on," endlessly.
From OFF SCREEN we hear:
Hurry up man! We're losin' her!
I'm looking as fast as I can!
Lance continues his frenzied search.
WE HEAR Jody in the living room now as she talks to Vincent.
What's he lookin' for?
I dunno, some medical book.
Jody calls to Lance.
What are you lookin' for?
My black medical book!
As he continues searching, flipping and knocking over shit,
Jody appears in the doorway.
Whata re you looking for?
My black fuckin' medical book.
It's like a text book they give to
I never saw a medical book.
Trust me, I have one.
Well if it's that important, why
didn't you keep it with the shot?
Lance spins toward her.
I don't know! Stop bothering me!
While you're lookin' for it, that
girl's gonna die on our carpet.
You're never gonna find it in all
this shit. For six months now,
I've been telling you to clean this
-- get your ass in here, fuck the
Lance angrily knocks over a pile of shit and leaves the SHOT
heading for the living room.
30. LIVING ROOM 30.
Vincent is bent over Mia, talking softly to her, when Lance
reenters the room.
Quit fuckin' around man and give
her the shot!
Lance bends down by the black case brought in by Jody. He
opens it and begins preparing the needle for injection.
While I'm doing this, take her
shirt off and find her heart.
Vince rips her blouse open.
Jody stumbles back in the room, hanging back from the action.
Does it have to be exact?
Yeah, it has to be exact! I'm
giving her an injection in the
heart, so I gotta exactly hit her
in the heart.
Well, I don't know exactly where
her heart is, I think it's here.
Vince points to Mia's right breast. Lance glances over and
As Lance readies the injection, Vincent looks up at Jody.
I need a big fat magic marker, got
I need a big fat magic marker, any
felt pen'll do, but a magic marker
would be great.
Jody runs to the desk, opens the top drawer and, in her
enthusiasm, she pulls the drawer out of the desk, the contents
of which (bills, papers, pens) spill to the floor.
The injection is ready. Lance hands Vincent the needle.
It's ready, I'll tell you what to
You're gonna give her the shot.
No, you're gonna give her the shot.
I've never done this before.
I've never does this before either,
and I ain't starting now. You
brought 'er here, that means you
give her the shot. The day I bring
an O.D.ing bitch to your place,
then I gotta give her the shot.
Jody hurriedly joins them in the huddle, a big fat red magic
marker in her hand.
Vincent grabs the magic marker out of Jody's hand and makes a
big red dot in Mia's body where her heart is.
Okay, what do I do?
Well, you're giving her an
injection of adrenalin straight to
her heart. But she's got a breast
plate in front of her heart, so you
gotta pierce through that. So what
you gotta do is bring the needle
down in a stabbing motion.
Lance demonstrates a stabbing motion, which looks like "The
Shape" killing its victims in "HALLOWEEN."
I gotta stab her?
If you want the needle to pierce
through to her heart, you gotta
stab her hard. Then once you do,
push down on the plunger.
What happens after that?
I'm curious about that myself.
This ain't a fuckin' joke man!
She's supposed to come out of it
(snaps his fingers)
Vincent lifts the needle up above his head in a stabbing
motion. He looks down on Mia.
Mia is fading fast. Soon nothing will help her.
Vincent's eyes narrow, ready to do this.
Count to three.
Lance, on this knees right beside Vincent, does not know what
RED DOT on Mia's body.
Needle raised ready to strike.
Jody's face is alive with anticipation.
NEEDLE in that air, poised like a rattler ready to strike.
The needle leaves frame, THRUSTING down hard.
Vincent brings the needle down hard, STABBING Mia in the
Mia's head if JOLTED from the impact.
The syringe plunger is pushed down, PUMPING the adrenalin out
through the needle.
Mia's eyes POP WIDE OPEN and she lets out a HELLISH cry of the
banshee. She BOLTS UP in a sitting position, needle stuck in
her chest -- SCREAMING.
Vincent, Lance and Jody, who were in sitting positions in
front of Mia, JUMP BACK, scared to death.
Mia's scream runs out. She slowly starts taking breaths of
The other three, now scooted halfway across the room, shaken
to their bones, look to see if she's alright.
If you're okay, say something.
Mia, still breathing, not looking up at them, says in a
relatively normal voice.
Vincent and Lance collapse on their backs, exhausted and
shaking from how close to death Mia came.
Anybody want a beer?
31. INT. VINCENT'S MALIBU (MOVING) - NIGHT 31.
Vincent is behind the wheel driving Mia home. No one says
anything, both are still too shaken.
32. EXT. FRONT OF MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOUSE - NIGHT 32.
The Malibu pulls up to the front. Mia gets out without saying
a word (still in a daze) and begins walking down the walkway
toward her front door.
She turns around.
Vincent's out of the car, standing on the walkway, a big
distance between the two.
What are your thoughts on how to
Well I'm of the opinion that
Marsellus can live his whole live
and never ever hear of this
Don't worry about it. If Marsellus
ever heard of this, I'd be in as
much trouble as you.
I seriously doubt that.
If you can keep a secret, so can I.
Let's shake on it.
The two walk toward each other, holding out their hands to
shake and shake they do.
Mum's the word.
Mia lets go of Vincent's hand and silently makes the see-no-
evil, hear-no-evil, and speak-no-evil sign with her hands.
If you'll excuse me, I gotta go
home and have a heart attack.
Vincent turns to leave.
You still wanna hear my "FOX FORCE
Vincent turns around.
Sure, but I think I'm still a
little too petrified to laugh.
Uh-huh. You won't laugh because
it's not funny. But if you still
wanna hear it, I'll tell it.
I can't wait.
Three tomatoes are walking down the
street, a poppa tomato, a momma
tomato, and a little baby tomato.
The baby tomato is lagging behind
the poppa and momma tomato. The
poppa tomato gets mad, goes over to
the momma tomato and stamps on
(STAMPS on the ground)
-- and says: catch up.
They both smile, but neither laugh.
See ya 'round, Vince.
Mia turns and walks inside her house.
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after Mia walks inside. Vincent continues to look at where
she was. He brings his hands to his lips and blows her a
kiss. Then exits FRAME leaving it empty. WE HEAR his Malibu
START UP and DRIVE AWAY.
FADE TO BLACK