Pulp Fiction Page #10

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 sh*t 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 f***er did to it

the other day?

LANCE:

What?

VINCENT:

F***in' keyed it.

LANCE:

Oh man, that's f***ed up.

VINCENT:

Tell me about it. I had the Goddamn

thing in storage three years. It's out

five f***in' days... Five days and some

dickless piece of sh*t fucks with it.

LANCE:

They should be f***in' 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 sh*t. You don't f***

another man's vehicle.

CLOSEUP – THE NEEDLE

Going into Vincent's vein.

CLOSEUP – BLOOD

Spurting back into the syringe, mixing with the heroin.

CLOSEUP – VINCENT'S THUMB

Pushing down on the plunger.

CUT TO:

EXT. MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOUSE – NIGHT

Vincent walks toward the house and pulls a note off the door

CLOSEUP – NOTE

The Note reads:

"Hi Vincent, I'm getting dressed. The door's open. Come inside

and make yourself a drink. Mia"

MIA (V.O.)

Hi, Vincent. I'm getting dressed.

The door's open. Come inside and

make yourself a drink.

FADE TO WHITE:

Music in.

FADE TO:

INT. MARCELLUS' HOUSE / LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Vincent enters on the background.

VINCENT:

Hello?

INT. MARCELLUS' HOUSE / DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

MIA, Marcellus' beautiful young wife. Video screens are in

the background. Dusty Springfield is singing "SON OF A

PREACHER MAN".

Mia's mouth comes toward a microphone.

MIA:

(into microphone)

Vincent.

INT. MARCELLUS' HOUSE / LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Vincent turns.

MIA:

(over intercom)

Vincent. I'm on the intercom.

INT. MARCELLUS' HOUSE / DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

MIA:

(into microphone)

It's on the wall by the two African

fellas.

INT. MARCELLUS' HOUSE / LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

MIA:

(over intercom)

To your right.

Vincent walks.

MIA:

...warm. Warmer. Disco.

Vincent finds the intercom on the wall.

VINCENT:

Hello.

MIA:

(over intercom)

Push the button if you want to talk.

VINCENT:

(into intercom)

Hello.

INT. MARCELLUS' HOUSE / DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

MIA:

(into microphone)

Go make yourself a drink., and I'll

be down in two shakes of a lamb's

tail.

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