Kill Bill: Vol. 1 Page #2

and kill her in her sleep.

And the reason

we won't do that thing

is because that thing

would lower us.

Don't you agree, Miss Driver?

I guess.

Do you really have to guess?

No.

I don't really have to guess.

I know.

Come on home, honey.

Affirmative.

I love you very much.

I love you, too.

Bye-bye.

Thought that was pretty

f***ing funny, didn't you?

Word of advice, shithead.

Don't you ever wake up.

At this moment, this is me

at my most masochistic.

Bill, it's your baby.

Oh, my baby.

Four years.

Four years.

The price is $75 a f***,

my friend.

You getting your freak on

or what?

Oh, yeah, boy.

Yeah.

Now, here's the rules.

Rule number one.

No punching her.

Nurse comes in

and she got a shiner

or less some teeth, jig's up.

So no knuckle sandwiches

under no circumstances.

By the way,

this c*nt's a spitter.

It's a motor-reflex thing.

But spit or no, no punching.

- Now, are we clear on rule one?

- Yeah.

Good. Now, rule number two.

No monkey bites. No hickeys.

In fact, no leaving no marks

of no kind.

After that,

it's all good, buddy.

Her plumbing down there

don't work.

Feel free to come in her

all you want.

Keep the noise down.

Try not to make a mess.

I'll be back in 20.

Yeah.

Oh, sh*t.

By the way, not all the time,

but sometimes

this chick's cooch can get

drier than a bucket of sand.

If she dry, lube up with this

and you'll be good to go.

Bon apptit, good buddy.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, God damn.

You are the best-Iooking girl

I've had today.

Yo, stud!

Time's up, buddy.

Coming in, ready or not.

Hey, buddy, did you have yourself

a good time, man?

Where's Bill?

Where's Bill?

Please stop hitting me.

Where's Bill?

I don't know who Bill is!

Bullshit!

Well, ain't you the slice

of cutie pie they said you was?

Jane Doe? We don't know

sh*t about you, do we?

I'm from Huntsville, Texas.

My name is Buck,

and I'm here to f***.

Your name is Buck.

Right?

And you came here to f***.

Right?

Wait a minute.

Wait.

"P*ssy Wagon."

You f***er.

Texas. Okay.

Wiggle your big toe.

Wiggle your big toe.

Wiggle your big toe.

Wiggle your big toe.

Wiggle your big toe.

As I lay in the back

of Buck's truck,

trying to will my limbs

out of entropy...

Wiggle your big toe.

I could see the faces of

the c*nts who did this to me.

And the d*cks responsible.

Members all of the Deadly Viper

Assassination Squad.

When fortune smiles

on something

as violent and ugly as revenge,

it seems proof like no other

that not only does God exist,

you're doing his will.

At a time when I knew the least

about my enemies,

the first name

on my death list,

O- Ren Ishii,

was the easiest to find.

But when one

manages the difficult task

of becoming queen

of the Tokyo underworld,

one doesn't keep it a secret,

does one?

O- Ren Ishii was born

on an American military base

in Tokyo, Japan.

The half-Japanese, half-Chinese

American army brat

made her first acquaintance

with death at the age of 9.

It was at that age

she witnessed

the death of her parents

at the hands

of Japan's most ruthless

yakuza boss, Boss Matsumoto.

Mommy.

She swore revenge.

Luckily for her, Boss Matsumoto

was a paedophile.

At 11, she got her revenge.

Look at me, Matsumoto...

...take a good look at my face.

Look at my eyes.

Look at my mouth.

Do I look familiar?

Do I look like somebody...

you murdered?!

By 20, she was one of the top

female assassins in the world.

At 25, she did her part

in the killing

of nine innocent people,

including my unborn daughter,

in a small wedding chapel

in El Paso, Texas.

But on that day four years ago

she made one big mistake.

She should have killed 10.

However, before satisfaction

would be mine,

first things first.

Wiggle your big toe.

Hard part's over.

Now, let's get

these other piggies wiggling.

Welcome to Air O.

May I help you?

Okinawa.

One-way.

Hi.

Welcome...

Welcome.

You English?

Almost.

American.

American.

Welcome, American.

Domo.

My English very good.

You said "domo."

Can you speak Japanese?

No, no.

Just a few words I learned

since yesterday.

May I sit at the bar?

Oh, sure, sure, sure.

Please sit.

What other words did you learn?

Oh, just a minute.

We have a customer.

Bring out some tea, quickly.

I'm watching my soap operas.

Lazy bastard...

Screw your soap opera... hurry up!

The tea's hot.

Why don't you serve it yourself for once?

Shut up!

Get your ass out here!

Excuse me.

What other Japanese do you know?

Oh, let's see.

"Arigato."

"Arigato."

Good!

I already said "domo," right?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

"Konn-itch-iwa."

"Kohn-nee-chee-wah."

Konnichi wa.

Please repeat.

Konnichi wa.

Perfect.

Good, good, good.

You say Japanese word

like you Japanese.

Now you're making fun of me!

No, no, no, no.

Serious business.

Pronunciation very good.

You say arigato

like we say arigato.

Well, thank you.

I mean, arigato.

You should learn Japanese.

Very easy.

No kidding.

I heard it was kind of hard.

Most difficult.

But you have Japanese tongue.

Okay, okay.

Oh, my God.

Hey, what the hell happened to the tea?!

Hurry up... goddammit!

Lazy oaf...

What d'ya want?

I beg your pardon?

Drink.

Oh, yes.

A bottle of warm sake, please.

Warm sake?

Very good!

One warm sake!

Sake? In the middle of the day?

- Day, night, afternoon -

Who gives a damn- Get the sake!

How come I always have to get the sake?

You listen well...

For thirty years, you make the fish,

I get the sake.

If this were the military,

I'd be General by now!

Oh, so you'd be General, huh?

If you were General, I'd be Emperor,

and you'd still get the sake -

and you'd still get the sake -

So shut up and get the sake!

Do you understand?

I'm not bald, okay? I shaved my head.

Do you understand me?

Sorry.

First time in Japan?

What brings you to Okinawa?

I came to see a man.

Oh, yeah.

You have a friend

live in Okinawa?

Not quite.

Not friend?

I never met him.

Never?

Who is he?

May I ask?

Hattori Hanzo.

What do you want with Hattori Hanzo?

I need Japanese steel.

Why do you need Japanese steel?

I have vermin to kill.

You must have big rats,

you need Hattori Hanzo's steel.

Huge.

May I?

You may.

Wait.

Try the second one down.

Funny.

You like samurai swords.

I like baseball.

I wanted to show you these.

However...

...someone as you, who knows so much, must

surely know...

I no longer make instruments of death.

What I have here...

...I keep for their aesthetic and sentimental value.

Yet proud as I am of my life's work...

...I have retired.

Then give me one of these.

These are not for sale.

I didn't say "sell me."

I said "give me."

Why should I help you?

Because my vermin

is a former student of yours.

And considering the student,

I'd say you have

a rather large obligation.

You can sleep here.

It will take me a month...

...to make the sword.

I suggest you spend it practicing.

I've completed doing...

...what I swore an oath to God, 28 years ago,

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