Kill Bill Page #18
THE BRIDE:
(to herself)
Gotcha!
Yuki screams like a little girl at the pain. She yells from
the doorway into the hallway;
YUKI(JAPANESE)
You f***ing b*tch! You shot me in
my breast! They're not fully
developed yet, you f***ing a**hole!
Now I'm always gonna have a dimple!
The Bride answers Yuki back with an imitation of Yuki's
giggle, which makes the youngin blow her top.
YUKI(JAPANESE)
Piss me off!
She fires her machine gun around the corner, tearing up
everything around the Bride.
When the young girl stops firing, the Bride yells;
THE BRIDE(JAPANESE)
Yuki, in about two minutes there's
going to be an army of police here.
So if you're gonna kill me, now's
the time.
From her hiding place, Yuki snorts a line of baby blue
powder. It gives her energy.
THE BRIDE(O.S., ENGLISH)
So what's it gonna be b*tch?
Slapping a new clip in her machine gun.
YUKI(JAPANESE)
That f***ing does it!
Yuki comes around the corner FIRING her machine gun in the
Bride's direction, ripping up everything around her.
The Bride lying flat on the floor fires her 9mm.
The explosion of ammo creates the hysteria of warfare combat.
Yuki charges the Bride, Kamakazi style.
Three more bullets rip into the Bride, the Bride fires up at
Yuki, hitting her three times in the body, knocking her off
her feet, and sending her tumbling down the stairs.
The Bride shot up, pulls herself to the top of the stairs.
She sees Yuki lying at the bottom, dead.
Yuki's face, dead, eyes closed...then they pop up open...
Guess what...she's not dead. Though she's bloody and her
schoolgirl uniform is filled with bullet holes she rises. Her
head turns in the direction of the Bride...
The Bride sees this and can't believe it...
They lock eyes...
...Yuki, who no longer has the machine gun, takes out a
deadly looking knife and snaps it open with a smile that
builds to a scream...
She charges up the steps at the Bride.
The startled Bride fires at her...the 9mm's empty...
Yuki charging up the steps, yelling, knife raised high...
The Bride, hurriedly removes the pistol she keeps in her
ankle holster.
Yuki chargin...
The Bride c*cks back the hammer...
...Yuki charging, getting closer...
The Bride FIRES
Bullet hits Yuki, stops her for a quarter of a second, but
she keeps charging...
Yuki jerks but keeps on charging...
Bride fires...
Yuki jerks, but keeps charging...
Bride fires...
Yuki jerks, keeps chargin, almost at her, knife raised
high...
The Bride FIRES
Yuki jerks, but keeps charging, knife ready to do its duty...
The Bride fires, but her gun jams...
Yuki leaps on her with the knife...
They struggle for a moment...
...TILL...
...The Bride realizes Yuki's dead. She tosses her to the
side.
THE BRIDE:
Goddamn, what a wildcat.
INT. NURSE OWEN'S HOME - NIGHT
The phone rings and a black woman in a nurse's uniform with a
name tag on it that reads, "B. Owens," answers the phone.
NURSE OWENS:
Hello.
CU The Bride
on her cell phone, a business card in her hand, with a number
written on the back that says, "B. Owens," and her phone
number. She's bleeding from her five bullet holes. Sitting in
a pool of her own blood. She's starting to tremble. We can't
see where she's at, but it's somewhere surrounded by wood
planks. The moon shines into the structure.
THE BRIDE:
Hello, I'm calling Nurse Owens --
NURSE OWENS:
Who is this.
THE BRIDE:
You don't know me, but --
NURSE OWENS:
-- And I don't want to neither. Now
I don't know how you got my number,
but you can just rip that sh*t up,
because --
THE BRIDE:
-- I've been shot five times --
NURSE OWENS:
-- Stop, I don't wanna hear no
more. I got problems of my own.
THE BRIDE:
I'm dying.
NURSE OWENS:
Then b*tch, you better call
yourself a ambulance, cause I don't
do this sh*t no more.
THE BRIDE:
I can't call an ambulance.
NURSE OWENS:
-- No, you can call a ambulance,
you just don't want to. But if your
ass is really dying, you ain't got
no motherfuckin choice.
THE BRIDE:
I do have a choice, and I'm
choosing to call you. If you refuse
to help me, I'll die. And that will
be your choice.
NURSE OWENS:
B*tch, I don't even know you!
THE BRIDE:
What do you need to know? I'm from
Earth, I'm a woman, I'm dying, and
only you can help me.
Her last line has an effect on the hard-hearted nurse.
NURSE OWENS:
Okay, where you at?
THE BRIDE:
I'm in Hawthorne. I'm hiding in a
kids treehouse. It's a street
called, "Dimmick". 1-7-3-6 Dimmick
Avenue. There's a bunch of police
cars and firetrucks, about two
blocks away.
NURSE OWENS:
Whatcha do, crawl two blocks?
THE BRIDE:
If you can't walk, you better
crawl.
Nurse Owens likes that last line.
NURSE OWENS:
You got you some money dontcha, or
am I doin this out of the goodness
of my heart?
THE BRIDE:
You come and get me, today's pay
day.
NURSE OWENS:
You ain't too far away. You gonna
bleed to death I get there in a
half a hour?
THE BRIDE:
Probably.
NURSE OWENS:
Okay, I'll be there in fifteen
minutes.
THE BRIDE:
Is that Pacific Standard Time, or
C.P.T.?
NURSE OWENS:
Just you better be there when I get
there, and you better be shot five
times, and your bony ass better be
on your last motherfuckin legs.
THE BRIDE:
How do you know I have a bony ass?
NURSE OWENS:
You sound like you have a bony ass.
The Nurse hangs up the phone.
INT. TREEHOUSE - NIGHT
The Bride sits in her own blood waiting for Nurse Owens.
Nurse Owens' head pops up from the door in the floor.
THE BRIDE:
Glad you made it.
NURSE OWENS:
There's cops all over here, I had
to be cool. They tend to notice
things like Negroes sneaking around
people's backyards.
The nurse hands the Bride a big bottle of Wild Turkey.
THE BRIDE:
What's that?
NURSE OWENS:
This sh*t's gonna hurt, and I ain't
got no anesthetic.
(refers to the bottle)
So git busy.
INT. NURSE OWEN'S KITCHEN - NIGHT
OVERHEAD SHOT:
The Bride laid out on Nurse Owens' kitchen table, while the
nurse extracts the bullets.
The Bride screams.
The TV is turned up loud to hide the screams.
The fifth slug is placed in an ashtray next to three
cigarette butts and other balls of lead.
The Bride, drunk as a skunk, says to her savior;
THE BRIDE:
That f***in smarts.
Smoking her menthol Kool, Nurse Owens says;
NURSE OWENS:
Yeah, bullets are bad news. In the
future, you should avoid them if
you can.
THE BRIDE:
I'll keep that in mind. So, do I
have a future?
NURSE OWENS:
You'll live to kill again.
THE BRIDE:
Splendid.
She passes out.
FADE TO BLACK.
BLACK FRAME:
TITLE CARD:
Chapter six
"Can she bake a cherry pie."
is slid open revealing two male eyes on the other side.
DOORMAN(O.S.)
Yes?
TWO EYES(O.S.)
I heard you had a game?
DOORMAN(O.S.)
Who are you?
TWO EYES(O.S.)
They call me Bill.
DOORMAN(O.S.)
Bill what?
BILL(O.S.)
That, no one ever calls me.
A FEMALE VOICE FROM OFF SCREEN says to the Doorman;
FEMALE VOICE(O.S.)
Open the door Alburt, let's see
what this Bill looks like.
The door opens revealing BILL to the other side of the door,
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