Kill Bill: Vol. 2 Page #6

Moving to El Paso...

working in a used record store...

going to the movies with Tommy...

clipping coupons.

That's you trying to disguise

yourself as a worker bee.

That's you trying to blend in

with the hive.

But you're

not a worker bee.

You're a renegade

killer bee.

And no matter how much beer you drank

or barbecue you ate...

or how fat your ass got...

nothing in the world would

ever change that.

First question:

Did you really think your life in El

Paso was going to work?

But I would've had B.B.!

Don't get me wrong, I think you

would've been a wonderful mother.

But you are a killer.

All those people you

killed to get to me...

felt damn good, didn't they?

Every single one of them?

Every single

one of them?

Now comes the

$64,000 question.

Why did you run away from me

with my baby?

Do you remember the last assignment

You sent on me.

Of course.

Lisa Wong.

The morning I left,

I was sick.

On the plane, I threw up.

So I started thinking:

Maybe I was pregnant.

Easy to use.

Remove cap and urinate on

the absorbent end for five seconds.

Accurate results in

only 90 seconds.

You can read the results as soon as the

line appears in the window.

F***.

What I didn't know...

was that somewhere on my journey

I had been spotted.

With me in L.A.,

it didn't take Li Wong long...

to send an assassin of her own.

Hello, can I help you?

I'm Karen Kim, the hospitality manager.

I have a welcome gift

from management.

That's nice...

Can you leave it by the door?

You pretty good with that shotgun?

Not that I have to be at this range.

But I'm a surgeon with this shotgun.

Well, guess what, b*tch.

I'm better than Annie Oakley.

And I got you right in my sight.

I could blow your f***ing head off.

Not before I put one right between

your eyes, so let's talk.

Karen...

I just found out...

right now...

not a moment before you

blew a hole through the door...

that I'm pregnant.

What is this?

On the floor by the door...

is a strip that says

I'm pregnant.

Bullshit.

Any other time you'd

be 100 percent right.

This time...

you're 100 percent wrong.

I'm the deadliest woman

in the world.

But right now I'm just scared

shitless for my baby.

Please.

Just look at the strip.

Please.

Stay where you are

and don't move.

I don't know what this sh*t means.

The box with the directions

is there.

Easy to use.

Remove the cap and urinate

on the absorbent end.

Blue means pregnant.

I'll read it myself, thank you.

Say I were to believe you.

What then?

Just go home.

I'll do the same.

Congratulations.

Before that

strip turned blue...

I was a woman,

I was your woman.

I was a killer who killed

for you.

Before that strip turned blue...

I would've jumped a motorcycle

onto a speeding train.

For you.

But once that strip

turned blue...

I could no longer do any

of those things.

Not anymore.

Because I was going

to be a mother.

Can you understand that?

But why didn't you tell

me then instead of now?

Once you knew,

you'd claim her.

Not your

decision to make.

But it's the right decision,

and I made it for my daughter.

She deserved to be born

with a clean slate.

But with you...

she would've been born into a world

she shouldn't have.

I had to choose.

I chose her.

You know, five years ago...

if I had to make a list...

of impossible things

that could never happen...

you performing a coup de grace

on me by busting a cap in my crown...

would've been right at the

top of the list.

I'd have been wrong, wouldn't I?

I'm sorry.

Was that a question?

Of impossible things that

could never happen..

yes, in this instance you

would've been wrong.

Well?

When you never came back...

I naturally assumed Lisa Wong or

somebody else...

had killed you.

And for the record...

letting somebody think...

somebody they

love is dead when they're not...

is quite cruel.

I mourned you

for three months.

And in the third month of

mourning you...

I tracked you down.

I wasn't trying to track you down.

I was trying to track down the f***ing

a**holes I thought killed you.

So I find you...

and what do I find?

Not only are

you not dead...

you're getting married

to some f***ing jerk.

And you're pregnant.

I overreacted.

You overreacted?

Is that your explanation?

I didn't say I would explain myself.

I said I would tell you the truth.

But if that's too cryptic,

let's get literal.

I'm a killer.

I'm a murdering bastard.

You know that.

And there are consequences...

to breaking the heart of

a murdering bastard.

You experienced some of them.

Was my reaction

really that surprising?

It was.

Could you do what you did?

Of course you could.

But I never thought...

you would or could

do that to me.

I'm really sorry, Kiddo...

but you thought wrong.

You and I have

unfinished business.

Baby...

you ain't kidding.

Pai Mei taught you

the Five-Point-Palm...

Exploding-Heart

Technique?

Course he did.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know.

Because I'm...

a bad person.

You're not a bad person.

You're a terrific person.

You're my favorite person.

But every once in a while...

you can be a real c*nt.

How do I look?

You look ready.

Well, well, well.

If it ain't the little flower.

Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. America

and all the ships at sea.

Let's go to press. Flash.

Do you have a magpie in your home?

If you do, you are most

The magpie is the most charming

bird in all the world.

He's the best friend a

farmer ever had.

Treat him gently.

Treat him kindly.

And always remember, the magpie

deserves your respect.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Now, I'll tell you what

I'm going to do.

I ain't got no headache.

Oh, yes, you have, brother.

Mark it.

And, action!

Cut.

Oh, come on, let's do it again.

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