Kill Bill Page #4

CU her yellow galoshes

slapping against the wet

asphalt, and splashing

through puddles.

CU The Bride in her coma CU the hospital's

electrical doors -

WOOSH - OPEN.

We follow behind the

woman in the raincoat

as she walks from

outside into the hospital

down the hall, and into

the ladies room door.

CU The BRIDE EX CU OF A WHITE

in her coma WOMAN'S SHAPELY

BAREFOOT ANKLE AND LEG

stepping into a sheer,

white stocking.

INSERT:
OF THOSE LONG,

WHITE LEGS STEPPING

INTO A WHITE NURSE'S

UNIFORM.

INSERT:
OF THE ZIPPER

IN THE BACK ZIPPING

UPWARDS.

INSERT:
OF WHITE, SHEER

STOCKING FEET STEPPING

INTO WHITE NURSE'S

ORTHOPEDIC SHOES.

-INSERT:
OF A SYRINGE

NEEDLE STUCK IN A VIAL

The liquid is drawn up

into the syringe.

SOME WRITTEN TEXT

APPEARS BELOW IMAGE

THAT READS:

"A lethal cocktail of

Bill's own concoction.

He calls it, 'Goodbye

forever'."

INSERT:
THE DEADLY

SYRINGE IS PLACED ON

A NURSE'S TRAY

INSERT:
A LITTLE WHITE

NURSE'S CAP IS PLACED

ON TOP of the woman's

blonde head.

INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - NIGHT

The door marked "ladies" is opened, and a beautiful 6-foot

blonde in a white nurse's uniform, with a matching white eye

patch over her left eye, steps out, carrying the nurse's tray

with the "Goodbye forever"-filled syringe on it.

She walks down the corridor towards The sleeping Bride's

room.

SUBTITLE UNDERNEATH BLONDE NURSE:

"ELLE DRIVER

Member of

The DEADLY VIPER ASSASSINATION SQUAD

codename:

CALIFORNIA MOUNTAIN SNAKE"

END OF SPLIT SCREEN

STAY WITH ELLE'S SIDE

INT. THE BRIDE'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

The Bride, alone in her bed, alone in her coma, alone in her

room.

Elle Driver opens the door to her room and steps inside.

The female assassin approaches the comatose woman.

EX CU ELLE DRIVER'S EYE AND WHITE EYE PATCH

looking down at her sleeping target, victim, rival, and

opposite number.

EX CU The BRIDE'S EYES

wide open - blank stare.

Elle standing over The Bride's hospital bed, says to her;

ELLE:

I might never of liked you. Point

in fact I despise you. But that

doesn't suggest I don't respect

you. You were a master of a

profession that's most difficult to

master.

Dying in our sleep is a luxury our

kind is rarely afforded. My gift to

you.

As she lifts the syringe off the tray....

Her cell phone RINGS....

She curses to herself...there can be only one person on the

other end....she answers it.

ELLE:

Hello, Bill.

(pause)

Affirmative.

(pause)

Comatose.

(pause)

I'm standing over her right now.

(pause)

What!

The female assassin turns away from the wide-eyed stare of

The Bride, and paces the hospital room talking in the cell

phone.

ELLE:

Don't f***in ssshhh me! If you

think I came all the way down to

Texas - in a dog and cat rainstorm

no less - just to tuck sleeping

beauty in bed - you got another

f***in thing comin -

(pause, then real loud)

You don't owe her Sh*t!!

(then again, but quieter)

You don't owe her sh*t.

(pause)

Man, f*** that b*tch!

(pause)

Oh you're not are you? Well Bill,

you never leave a job half done.

A great teacher taught me that

once, he looked a whole lot like

you.

Elle pauses as Bill on the other line has his say. We don't

hear his side, we stay with Elle as he talks. We can tell by

her face, he's making some sense. After awhile she answers

back;

ELLE:

I guess.

(pause)

No, I don't need to guess, I know.

(pause)

Affirmative.

(pause)

I love you too, bye bye.

The female assassin puts the phone away and looks down at The

comatose Bride with the open eyes. Even though her face is

expressionless, she almost seems to be smiling.

ELLE:

Thought that was pretty funny

didn't ya? Word of advice shithead,

don't you ever wake up.

Elle leans closer to the Bride's face.

ELLE:

Ya know now I get a better look at

you, you're not so damn pretty.

Yeah, you go that Venus thing going

for you but...ya know, now I get a

closer look at you you're kinda

weird looking. You got this big

nose that doesn't fit with the rest

of your face, your eyes are two

different sizes. And look at your

skin...My complexion is way better

than yours --

The Bride does one of her motor reflex functions...She SPITS

in Elle's face.

Elle springs up, wipes the spit off her cheek and looks down

at The comatose Bride in her bed.

ELLE:

Oh, no you didn't.

She grabs The Bride by the front of her hospital gown...

....Yanks Her up to a sitting position...

...And PUNCHES her hard in the face three times.

ELLE:

If you ever take your ass out of

this Goddamn bed for as long as you

f***in live, I will beat you into

the ground, b*tch!

INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - NIGHT

Elle Driver in her nurse's uniform, angrily walks down the

hallway. She passes by a DOCTOR, STRUGGLING WITH A PATIENT

BLEEDING PROFUSELY on a gurney.

DOCTOR:

(yelling)

Nurse come here quick, we're losing

this man!

Elle doesn't even look back.

ELLE:

Tough titty, I quit.

She walks out of the SHOT.

FADE TO BLACK.

BLACK FRAME:

TITLE CARD:

Five years later.

CUT TO:

INT. THE COMATOSE BRIDE'S HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT

The CAMERA is in a corner of the ceiling, looking down on the

comatose Bride, who lies motionless in her bed.

WE HEAR the sound of a BUZZING MOSQUITO, doing loop de loops

and figure eights in the air, looking for some warm blood.

The BUZZING stops....

MACRO CU:

of mosquito on The Bride's forearm, its stinger dug in her

flesh, visibly drawing blood from its host.

CU MOSQUITO'S FACE

drinking her blood.

MACROSHOT OF MOSQUITO ON FOREARM

drinking blood...when The Bride's hand comes into FRAME and

SQUASHES the bug flat. Her fingers FLICK the dead bug away.

CU The Bride

her wide-open eyes, that have stared in a constant gaze for

the last five years,

finally...slowly...softly...shut.

BEAT:

They SUDDENLY POP OPEN.

The BRIDE SITS BOLD UPRIGHT IN BED.

She has no idea where the f*** she is. WE DO A SHAW BROTHERS

STYLE QUICK ZOOM INTO A CU OF HER FACE.

QUICK CUT TO A FLASHBACK SPAGHETTI-WESTERN STYLE

back at the wedding chapel, gun pointed down at our face.

THE BARREL EXPLODES LEAT AT US - BANG!

QUICK CUT BACK TO The BRIDE IN HER HOSPITAL BED,

BANK still echoing in her ears. She lets out a SCREAM OF PAIN

and her hand goes to the side of her head, as if she were

just shot.

Her hand feels the metal plate embedded in the side of her

skull where the hole was. She knocks against it with her

knuckle...it goes...TINK...TINK.

Suddenly she says out loud;

THE BRIDE:

My baby.

Her hand goes down to her belly, unly to find it not swollen

but flat. She doesn't understand, lifts up her hospital gown

and sees a JAGGED SCAR which runs down her abdomen. Her

fingertips trace it.

She quickly looks at the palm of her and and counts the

lines.

MACRO CU The LINES IN HER PALM look like a road map.

She stops counting, shocked;

THE BRIDE:

(to herself)

Five years.

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