Pulp Fiction Page #11

INT. MARCELLUS' HOUSE / LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

MIA:

(over intercom)

The bar's by the fireplace.

VINCENT:

(into intercom)

Okay.

(licks lips)

INT. MARCELLUS' HOUSE / DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

A video screen with an image of Vincent, walking. The Dusty

Springfield song continues.

Mia turns a knob which controls the movement of the video

camera in Marcellus' living room.

INT. MARCELLUS' HOUSE / LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Vincent picks up a bottle of scotch. He sniffs the bottle,

and then pours it into a glass.

INT. MARCELLUS' HOUSE / DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

A razor blade cuts cocaine on a mirror.

INT. MARCELLUS' HOUSE / LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Vincent drinks a glass of scotch.

INT. MARCELLUS' HOUSE / DRESSING ROOM – NIGHT

Mia sniffs the cocaine.

INT. MARCELLUS' HOUSE / LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Vincent sips the drink and looks at a portrait of Mia on the

wall.

Mia walks into the room, and takes the needle off a record.

The Dusty Springfield song stops.

MIA:

Let's go.

EXT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S – NIGHT

In the past six years, 50's diners have sprung up all over

L.A., giving Thai restaurants a run for their money. They're

all basically the same. Decor out of an "Archie" comic book,

Golden Oldies constantly emanating from a bubbly Wurlitzer,

saucy waitresses in bobby socks, menus with items like the

Fats Domino Cheeseburger, or the Wolfman Jack Omelet, and

over prices that pay for all this bullshit.

But then there's JACKRABBIT SLIM'S, the big mama of 50's

diners.

Either the best or the worst, depending on your point of

view.

Vincent's Malibu pulls up to the restaurant. A big sign with

a neon figure of a cartoon surly cool cat jackrabbit in a

red windbreaker towers over the establishment. Underneath

the cartoon is the name: JACKRABBIT SLIM'S. Underneath that

is the slogan:
"Next best thing to a time machine."

VINCENT:

What the f*** is this place?

MIA:

This is Jackrabbit Slim's. An Elvis

man should love it.

VINCENT:

Come on, Mia, let's go get a steak.

MIA:

You can get a steak here, daddy-o.

Don't be a...

Mia draws a square with her hands. Dotted lines appear on

the screen, forming a sqaure. The lines disperse.

VINCENT:

After you, kitty-cat.

INT. JACKRABBIT SLIM'S – NIGHT

Compared to the interior, the exterior was that of a quaint

English pub. Posters from 50's A.I.P. movies are all over

the wall

("ROCK ALL NIGHT," "HIGH SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL," "ATTACK OF

THE CRAB MONSTER," and "MACHINE GUN KELLY"). The booths that

the patrons sit in are made out of the cut up bodies of 50s

cars.

In the middle of the restaurant in a dance floor. A big sign

on the wall states, "No shoes allowed." Some wannabe beboppers

(actually Melrose-types), do the twist in their socks or

barefeet.

The picture windows don't look out the street, but instead,

B & W movies of 50's street scenes play behind them. The

WAITRESSES and WAITERS are made up as replicas of 50's icons:

MARILYN MONROE, ZORRO, JAMES DEAN, DONNA REED, MARTIN and

LEWIS, and THE PHILIP MORRIS MIDGET, wait on tables wearing

appropriate costumes.

Vincent and Mia study the menu in a booth made out of a red

'59 Edsel. BUDDY HOLLY (their waiter), comes over, sporting

a big button on his chest that says: "Hi I'm Buddy, pleasing

you please me."

BUDDY:

Hi, I'm Buddy, what can I get'cha?

VINCENT:

I'll have the Douglas Sirk steak.

BUDDY:

How d'ya want it, burnt to a crisp,

or bloody as hell?

VINCENT:

Bloody as hell. And to drink, a

vanilla coke.

BUDDY:

How 'bout you, Peggy Sue?

MIA:

I'll have the Durwood Kirby burger –

bloody – and a five-dollar shake.

BUDDY:

How d'ya want that shake, Martin and

Lewis, or Amos and Andy?

MIA:

Martin and Lewis.

VINCENT:

Did you just order a five-dollar

shake?

MIA:

Sure did.

VINCENT:

A shake? Milk and ice cream?

MIA:

Uh-huh.

VINCENT:

It costs five dollars?

BUDDY:

Yep.

VINCENT:

You don't put bourbon in it or

anything?

BUDDY:

Nope.

VINCENT:

Just checking.

Buddy exits.

Vincent takes a look around the place. The YUPPIES are

dancing, the DINERS are biting into big, juicy hamburgers,

and the icons are playing their parts. Marilyn is squealing,

The Midget is paging Philip Morris, Donna Reed is making her

customers drink their milk, and Dean and Jerry are acting a

fool.

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