Vincent Vega and Marcellus Wallace's Wife


        Against black, TITLE CARD:

                                "VINCENT VEGA
                                     AND
                           MARSELLUS 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.

                                                        CUT TO:


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

                        "Hi Vincent,
                        I'm getting dressed.  The door's
                        open.  Come inside and make
                        yourself a drink.

                                            Mia"

        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.

                                  VINCENT
                            (yelling)
                       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.

                                  MIA
                       Vincent Vega?

                                  VINCENT
                       I'm Vincent, you Mia?

                                  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.

                                  VINCENT
                       Take your time.

        Mia closes the door.  Before she can fully turn around and
        show us her face...

                                                        WE CUT:

        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.

        WE JUXTAPOSE
        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
        still obscured.

        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
        OFF.

        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.

                                  MIA (OS)
                       Smile, you're on Mia's camera!

                                  VINCENT
                       Ready to go?

                                  MIA (OS)
                       Not yet.  I'm going to interview you
                       first.  Are you any relation to
                       Suzanne Vega?

                                  VINCENT
                       Yeah, she's my cousin.

                                  MIA (OS)
                       Suzanne Vega the folk singer is
                       your cousin?

                                  VINCENT
                       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
                       Thanksgivings lately.

                                  MIA (OS)
                       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.

                                  VINCENT
                       I can dig it.

                                  MIA (OS)
                       I knew you could.  First question,
                       Brady Bunch or the Partridge
                       Family?

                                  VINCENT
                       The Partridge Family all the way,
                       no comparison.

                                  MIA (OS)
                       On "Rich Man, Poor Man," who did
                       you like, Peter Strauss or Nick
                       Nolte?

                                  VINCENT
                       Nick Nolte, of course.

                                  MIA (OS)
                       Are you a "Bewitched" man, or a
                       "Jeannie" man?

                                  VINCENT
                       "Bewitched," all the way, though I
                       always dug how Jeannie always
                       called Larry Hagman "master."

                                  MIA (OS)
                       If you were "Archie," who would you
                       fuck first, Betty or Veronica?

                                  VINCENT
                       Betty.  I never understood Veronica
                       attraction.

                                  MIA (OS)
                       Have you ever fantasized about
                       being beaten up by a girl?

                                  VINCENT
                       Sure.

                                  MIA (OS)
                       Who?

                                  VINCENT
                       Emma Peel on "The Avengers."  That
                       tough girl who usta hang out with
                       Encyclopedia Brown.  And Arlene
                       Motika.

                                  MIA (OS)
                       Who's Arlene Motika?

                                  VINCENT
                       Girl from sixth grade, you don't
                       know her.

        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
        blinding smile.

                                  MIA
                       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
        of view.

        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
        cars.

        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
        barefeet.

        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
        appropriate costumes.

        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."

                                  BUDDY
                       Hi I'm Buddy, what can I get'cha?

                                  VINCENT
                       I'll have the Douglas Sirk steak.

                                  BUDDY
                       How d'ya want it, burnt to a crisp,
                       or bloody as hell?

                                  VINCENT
                       Bloody as hell.  And to drink, a
                       vanilla coke.

                                  BUDDY
                       How 'bout you, Peggy Sue?

                                  MIA
                       I'll have the Durwood Kirby burger
                       -- bloody -- and a five-dollar
                       shake.

                                  BUDDY
                       How d'ya want that shake, Martin
                       and Lewis, or Amos and Andy?

                                  MIA
                       Martin and Lewis.

                                  VINCENT
                       Did you just order a five-dollar
                       shake?

                                  MIA
                       Sure did.

                                  VINCENT
                       A shake?  Milk and ice cream?

                                  MIA
                       Uh-huh.

                                  VINCENT
                       It costs five dollars?

                                  BUDDY
                       Yep.

                                  VINCENT
                       You don't put bourbon in it or
                       anything?

                                  BUDDY
                       Nope.

                                  VINCENT
                       Just checking.

        Buddy exits.

        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
        fool.

                                  MIA
                       Whaddya think?

                                  VINCENT
                       It's like a wax museum with a pulse
                       rate.

        Vincent takes out his pouch of tobacco and begins rolling
        himself a smoke.

        After a second of watching him --

                                  MIA
                       What are you doing?

                                  VINCENT
                       Rollin' a smoke.

                                  MIA
                       Here?

                                  VINCENT
                       It's just tobacco.

                                  MIA
                       Oh.  Well in that case, will you
                       roll me one, cowboy?

        As he finishes licking it --

                                  VINCENT
                       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.

                                  MIA
                       Thanks.

                                  VINCENT
                       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

                                  MIA
                       Marsellus said you just got back
                       from Amsterdam.

                                  VINCENT
                       Sure did.  I heard you did a pilot.

                                  MIA
                       That was my fifteen minutes.

                                  VINCENT
                       What was it?

                                  MIA
                       It was show about a team of female
                       secret agents called "Fox Force
                       Five."

                                  VINCENT
                       What?

                                  MIA
                       "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...

                                  VINCENT
                       What was your specialty?

                                  MIA
                       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
                       knife.
                       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.


                                  VINCENT
                       Do you remember any of the jokes?

                                  MIA
                       Well I only got the chance to say
                       one, 'cause we only did one show.

                                  VINCENT
                       Tell me.

                                  MIA
                       No.  It's really corny.

                                  VINCENT
                       C'mon, don't be that way.

                                  MIA
                       No.  You won't like it and I'll be
                       embarrassed.

                                  VINCENT
                       You told it in front of fifty
                       million people and you can't tell
                       it to me?  I promise I won't laugh.

                                  MIA
                            (laughing)
                       That's what I'm afraid of.

                                  VINCENT
                       That's not what I meant and you
                       know it.

                                  MIA
                       You're quite the silver tongue
                       devil, aren't you?

                                  VINCENT
                       I meant I wouldn't laugh at you.

                                  MIA
                       That's not what you said Vince.
                       Well now I'm definitely not gonna
                       tell ya, 'cause it's been built up
                       too much.

                                  VINCENT
                       What a gyp.

        Buddy comes back with the drinks.  Mia wraps her lips around
        the straw of her shake.

                                  MIA
                       Yummy!

                                  VINCENT
                       Can I have a sip of that?  I'd like
                       to know what a five-dollar shake
                       tastes like.

                                  MIA
                       Be my guest.

        She slides the shake over to him.

                                  MIA
                       You can use my straw, I don't have
                       kooties.

        Vincent smiles.

                                  VINCENT
                       Yeah, but maybe I do.

                                  MIA
                       Kooties I can handle.

        He takes a sip.

                                  VINCENT
                      Goddamn!  That's a pretty fuckin'
                      good milk shake.

                                  MIA
                      Told ya.

                                  VINCENT
                      I don't know if it's worth five
                      dollars, but it's pretty fuckin'
                      good.

        He slides the shake back.

        Then the first of an uncomfortable silence happens.

                                  MIA
                       Don't you hate that?

                                  VINCENT
                       What?

                                  MIA
                       Uncomfortable silences.  Why do we
                       feel it's necessary to yak about
                       bullshit in order to be
                       comfortable?

                                  VINCENT
                       I don't know.

                                  MIA
                       That's when you know you found
                       somebody special.  When you can
                       just shit the fuck up for a minute,
                       and comfortably share silence.

                                  VINCENT
                       I don't think we're there yet.  But
                       don't feel bad, we just met each
                       other.

                                  MIA
                       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.

                                  VINCENT
                       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.

                                  MIA
                            (imitating Steppenwolf)
                       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.

                                  MIA
                       Don't you love it when you go to
                       the bathroom and you come back to
                       find your food waiting for you?

                                  VINCENT
                       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.

                                  MIA
                       Which one, there's two Marilyn
                       Monroes.

                                  VINCENT
                       No there's not.

        Pointing at Marilyn in the white dress serving a table.

                                  VINCENT
                       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 --

                                  VINCENT
                       ...and that's Mamie Van Doren.  I
                       don't see Jayne Mansfield, so it
                       must be her night off.

                                  MIA
                       Pretty smart.

                                  VINCENT
                       I have moments.

                                  MIA
                       Did ya think of something to say?

                                  VINCENT
                       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.

                                  MIA
                       Oooohhhh, this doesn't sound like
                       mindless, boring, getting-to-know-
                       you chit-chat.  This sounds like
                       you actually have something to say.

                                  VINCENT
                       Only if you promise not to get
                       offended.

                                  MIA
                       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.

                                  VINCENT
                       Then let's just forget it.

                                  MIA
                       That is an impossibility.  Trying
                       to forget anything as intriguing as
                       this would be an exercise in
                       futility.

                                  VINCENT
                       Is that a fact?

        Mia nods her head: "Yes."

                                  MIA
                       Besides, it's more exciting when
                       you don't have permission.

                                  VINCENT
                       What do you think about what
                       happened to Antwan?

                                  MIA
                       Who's Antwan?

                                  VINCENT
                       Tony Rocky Horror.

                                  MIA
                       He fell out of a window.

                                  VINCENT
                       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.

                                  MIA
                       Is that a fact?

                                  VINCENT
                       No it's not, it's just what I
                       heard.

                                  MIA
                       Who told you this?

                                  VINCENT
                       They.

        Mia and Vincent smile.

                                  MIA
                       They talk a lot, don't they?

                                  VINCENT
                       They certainly do.

                                  MIA
                       Well don't by shy Vincent, what
                       exactly did they say?

        Vincent is slow to answer

                                  MIA
                       Let me help you Bashful, did it
                       involve the F-word?

                                  VINCENT
                       No.  They just said Rocky Horror
                       gave you a foot massage.

                                  MIA
                       And...?

                                  VINCENT
                       No and, that's it.

                                  MIA
                       You heard Marsellus threw Rocky
                       Horror out of a four-story window
                       because he massaged my feet?

                                  VINCENT
                       Yeah.

                                  MIA
                       And you believed that?

                                  VINCENT
                       At the time I was told, it seemed
                       reasonable.

                                  MIA
                       Marsellus throwing Tony out of a
                       four-story window for giving me a
                       foot massage seemed reasonable?

                                  VINCENT
                       No, it seemed excessive.  But that
                       doesn't mean it didn't happen.  I
                       heard Marsellus is very protective
                       of you.

                                  MIA
                       A husband being protective of his
                       wife is one thing.  A husband
                       almost killing another man for
                       touching his wife's feet is
                       something else.

                                  VINCENT
                       But did it happen?

                                  MIA
                       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.

                                  VINCENT
                       Are you mad?

                                  MIA
                       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:

                                  MIA
                       Thanks.

                                  VINCENT
                       What for?

                                  MIA
                       Asking my side.

        At that moment, a great oldie-but-goodie BLASTS from the
        jukebox.

                                  MIA
                       I wanna dance.

                                  VINCENT
                       I'm not much of a dancer.

                                  MIA
                       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
        Oldie.

                                                        CUT TO:


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.

        Then...

        The two just stand face to face looking at each other.

                                  VINCENT
                       Was than an uncomfortable silence?

                                  MIA
                       I don't know what that was.
                            (pause)
                       Music and drinks!

        Mia moves away to attend to both.  Vincent hangs up his
        overcoat on a big bronze coat rack in the alcove.

                                  VINCENT
                       I'm gonna take a piss.

                                  MIA
                       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
        face.

                                  MIA
                            (like you would say
                              Bingo!)
                       Disco!  Vince, you little cola nut,
                       you've been holding out on me.

                                                        CUT TO:


23.     INT. BATHROOM (MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOUSE) - NIGHT               23.

        Vincent stands at the sink, washing his hands, talking to
        himself in the mirror.

                                  VINCENT
                       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.

        LIVING ROOM

        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
        line.

        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...

        BATHROOM

        Vincent dries his hands on a towel while he continues his
        dialogue with the mirror.

                                  VINCENT
                       ...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
                       meaningful.

        LIVING ROOM

        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.

        BATHROOM

        Vince continues.

                                  VINCENT
                       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.

        LIVING ROOM

        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-
        jawed.

                                  VINCENT
                       Jesus Christ!

        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.

                                  VINCENT
                            (sounding weird)
                       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
        words.

        Vincent props her eyelids open and sees the story.

                                  VINCENT
                            (to himself)
                       I'll be a sonofabitch.
                            (to Mia)
                       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.

                                  VINCENT
                            (yelling to Mia)
                       Okay honey, we're getting you on
                       your feet.

        He reaches her and hoists the dead weight up in his arms.

                                  VINCENT
                       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
        water.

        Vincent takes a cellular phone out of his pocket.  He punches
        a number.


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
        ashtray.
        On the big-screen TV in front of the table is the Three
        Stooges, and they're getting married.

                                  PREACHER (EMIL SIMKUS)
                            (on TV)
                       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.

                                  JODY (OS)
                       Lance!  The phone's ringing!

                                  LANCE
                            (calling back)
                       I can hear it!

                                  JODY (OS)
                       I thought you told those fuckin'
                       assholes never to call this late!

                                  LANCE
                            (by the phone)
                       I told 'em and that's what I'm
                       gonna tell this fuckin' asshole
                       right now!
                            (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
        conversation.

                                  VINCENT
                       Lance, this is Vincent, I'm in big
                       fuckin' trouble man, I'm on my way
                       to your place.

                                  LANCE
                       Whoa, hold you horses man, what's
                       the problem?

                                  VINCENT
                       You still got an adrenalin shot?

                                  LANCE
                            (dawning on him)
                       Maybe.

                                  VINCENT
                       I need it man, I got a chick she's
                       fuckin' O.D.ing on me.

                                  LANCE
                       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!

                                  VINCENT
                       No choice.

                                  LANCE
                       She's O.D.in'?

                                  VINCENT
                       Yeah.  She's dyin'.

                                  LANCE
                       Then bite the fuckin' bullet, take
                       'er to a hospital and call a
                       lawyer!

                                  VINCENT
                       Negative.

                                  LANCE
                       She ain't my fuckin' problem, you
                       fucked her up, you deal with it --
                       are you talkin' to me on a cellular
                       phone?

                                  VINCENT
                       Sorry.

                                  LANCE
                       I don't know you, who is this,
                       don't come here, I'm hangin' up.

                                  VINCENT
                       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.

                                  JODY (OS)
                       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.

                                  LANCE
                       Have you lost your mind?!  You
                       crashed your car in my fuckin'
                       house!  You talk about drug shit on
                       a cellular fuckin' phone --

                                  VINCENT
                       If you're through havin' your
                       little hissy fit, this chick is
                       dyin', get your needle and git it
                       now!

                                  LANCE
                       Are you deaf?  You're not bringin'
                       that fucked up bitch in my house!

                                  VINCENT
                       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
        it.

        We follow HANDHELD behind her as she opens the door, walking
        through the hall into the living room.

                                  JODY
                       It's only one-thirty in the goddamn
                       mornin'!  What the fuck's goin' on
                       out here?

        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
        the room.

        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.

                                  JODY
                       Who's she?

        Lance looks up at Jody.

                                  LANCE
                       Get that black box in the bedroom I
                       have with the adrenalin shot.

                                  JODY
                       What's wrong with her?

                                  VINCENT
                       She's O.D.ing on us.

                                  JODY
                       Well get her the hell outta here!

                                  LANCE AND VINCENT
                            (in stereo)
                       Get the fuckin' shot!

                                  JODY
                       Don't yell at me!

        She angrily turns and disappears into the bedroom looking for
        the shot.

        WE MOVE into the room with the two men.

                                  VINCENT
                            (to Lance)
                       You two are a match made in heaven.

                                  LANCE
                       Look, just keep talkin' to her,
                       okay?  While she's gettin' the
                       shot, I gotta get a medical book.

                                  VINCENT
                       What do you need a medical book
                       for?

                                  LANCE
                       To tell me how to do it.  I've
                       never given an adrenalin shot
                       before.

                                  VINCENT
                       You've had that thing for six years
                       and you never used it?

                                  LANCE
                       I never had to use it.  I don't go
                       joy-poppin' with bubble-gummers,
                       all of my  friends can handle their
                       highs!

                                  VINCENT
                       Well then get it.

                                  LANCE
                       I am, if you'll let me.

                                  VINCENT
                       I'm not fuckin' stoppin' you.

                                  LANCE
                       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:

                                  VINCENT (OS)
                       Hurry up man!  We're losin' her!

                                  LANCE
                            (calling back)
                       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.

                                  JODY (OS)
                       What's he lookin' for?

                                  VINCENT (OS)
                       I dunno, some medical book.

        Jody calls to Lance.

                                  JODY (OS)
                       What are you lookin' for?

                                  LANCE
                       My black medical book!

        As he continues searching, flipping and knocking over shit,
        Jody appears in the doorway.

                                  JODY
                       Whata re you looking for?

                                  LANCE
                       My black fuckin' medical book.
                       It's like a text book they give to
                       nurses.

                                  JODY
                       I never saw a medical book.

                                  LANCE
                       Trust me, I have one.

                                  JODY
                       Well if it's that important, why
                       didn't you keep it with the shot?

        Lance spins toward her.

                                  LANCE
                       I don't know!  Stop bothering me!

                                  JODY
                       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
                       room --

                                  VINCENT (OS)
                       -- get your ass in here, fuck the
                       book!

        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.

                                  VINCENT
                       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.

                                  LANCE
                       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.

                                  VINCENT
                       Does it have to be exact?

                                  LANCE
                       Yeah, it has to be exact!  I'm
                       giving her an injection in the
                       heart, so I gotta exactly hit her
                       in the heart.

                                  VINCENT
                       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
        nods.

                                  LANCE
                       That's it.

        As Lance readies the injection, Vincent looks up at Jody.

                                  VINCENT
                       I need a big fat magic marker, got
                       one?

                                  JODY
                       What?

                                  VINCENT
                       I need a big fat magic marker, any
                       felt pen'll do, but a magic marker
                       would be great.

                                  JODY
                       Hold on.

        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.

                                  LANCE
                       It's ready, I'll tell you what to
                       do.

                                  VINCENT
                       You're gonna give her the shot.

                                  LANCE
                       No, you're gonna give her the shot.

                                  VINCENT
                       I've never done this before.

                                  LANCE
                       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.

                                  JODY
                       Got it.

        Vincent grabs the magic marker out of Jody's hand and makes a
        big red dot in Mia's body where her heart is.

                                  VINCENT
                       Okay, what do I do?

                                  LANCE
                       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."

                                  VINCENT
                       I gotta stab her?

                                  LANCE
                       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.

                                  VINCENT
                       What happens after that?

                                  LANCE
                       I'm curious about that myself.

                                  VINCENT
                       This ain't a fuckin' joke man!

                                  LANCE
                       She's supposed to come out of it
                       like --
                            (snaps his fingers)
                       -- that.

        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.

                                  VINCENT
                       Count to three.

        Lance, on this knees right beside Vincent, does not know what
        to expect.

                                  LANCE
                       One...

        RED DOT on Mia's body.

        Needle raised ready to strike.

                                  LANCE (OS)
                       ...two...

        Jody's face is alive with anticipation.

        NEEDLE in that air, poised like a rattler ready to strike.

                                  LANCE (OS)
                       ...three!

        The needle leaves frame, THRUSTING down hard.

        Vincent brings the needle down hard, STABBING Mia in the
        chest.

        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
        air.

        The other three, now scooted halfway across the room, shaken
        to their bones, look to see if she's alright.

                                  LANCE
                       If you're okay, say something.

        Mia, still breathing, not looking up at them, says in a
        relatively normal voice.

                                  MIA
                       Something.

        Vincent and Lance collapse on their backs, exhausted and
        shaking from how close to death Mia came.

                                  JODY
                       Anybody want a beer?

                                                        CUT TO:


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.

                                  VINCENT (OS)
                       Mia!

        She turns around.

        Vincent's out of the car, standing on the walkway, a big
        distance between the two.

                                  VINCENT
                       What are your thoughts on how to
                       handle this?

                                  MIA
                       What's yours?

                                  VINCENT
                       Well I'm of the opinion that
                       Marsellus can live his whole live
                       and never ever hear of this
                       incident.

        Mia smiles.

                                  MIA
                       Don't worry about it.  If Marsellus
                       ever heard of this, I'd be in as
                       much trouble as you.

                                  VINCENT
                       I seriously doubt that.

                                  MIA
                       If you can keep a secret, so can I.

                                  VINCENT
                       Let's shake on it.

        The two walk toward each other, holding out their hands to
        shake and shake they do.

                                  VINCENT
                       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.

        Vincent smiles.

                                  VINCENT
                       If you'll excuse me, I gotta go
                       home and have a heart attack.

        Mia giggles.

        Vincent turns to leave.

                                  MIA
                       You still wanna hear my "FOX FORCE
                       FIVE" joke?

        Vincent turns around.

                                  VINCENT
                       Sure, but I think I'm still a
                       little too petrified to laugh.

                                  MIA
                       Uh-huh.  You won't laugh because
                       it's not funny.  But if you still
                       wanna hear it, I'll tell it.

                                  VINCENT
                       I can't wait.

                                  MIA
                       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
                       him --
                            (STAMPS on the ground)
                       -- and says: catch up.

        They both smile, but neither laugh.

                                  MIA
                       See ya 'round, Vince.

        Mia turns and walks inside her house.

        CU - VINCENT
        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