Pulp Fiction Page #15

Mia and Vincent dance to Chuck Berry's "YOU NEVER CAN TELL".

They make hand movements as they dance.

INT. MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOME – NIGHT

The front door FLINGS open, and Mia and Vincent dance tango-

style into the house, singing a cappella the song from the

previous scene. They finish their little dance, laughing.

Then...

The two just stand face to face looking at each other.

VINCENT:

Was than an uncomfortable silence?

MIA:

I don't know what that was.

(pause)

Music and drinks!

Mia moves away to attend to both. Vincent hangs up his

overcoat on a big bronze coat rack in the alcove.

VINCENT:

I'm gonna take a piss.

MIA:

That was a little bit more information

than I needed to know, but go right

ahead.

Vincent shuffles off to the john.

Mia moves to her CD player, thumbs through a stack of CDs

and selects one:
k.d. lang. The speakers BLAST OUT a high

energy country number, which Mia plays air-guitar to. She

dances her way around the room and finds herself by Vincent's

overcoat hanging on the rack. She touches its sleeve. It

feels good.

Her hand hoes in its pocket and pulls out his tobacco pouch.

Like a little girl playing cowboy, she spreads the tobacco

on some rolling paper. Imitating what he did earlier, licks

the paper and rolls it into a pretty good cigarette. Maybe a

little too fat, but not bad for a first try. Mia thinks so

anyway. Her hand reaches back in the pocket and pulls out

his Zippo lighter. She SLAPS the lighter against her leg,

trying to light it fancy-style like Vince did. What do you

know, she did it! Mia's one happy clam. She triumphantly

brings the fat flame up to her fat smoke, lighting it up,

then LOUDLY SNAPS the Zippo closed.

The Mia-made cigarette is brought up to her lips, and she

takes a long, cool drag. Her hand slides the Zippo back in

the overcoat pocket. But wait, her fingers touch something

else. Those fingers bring out a plastic bag with white powder

inside, the madman that Vincent bought earlier from Lance.

Wearing a big smile, Mia brings the bag of heroin up to her

face.

MIA:

(like you would say

Bingo!)

Disco! Vince, you little cola nut,

you've been holding out on me.

CUT TO:

INT. BATHROOM (MARSELLUS WALLACE'S HOUSE) – NIGHT

Vincent stands at the sink, washing his hands, talking to

himself in the mirror.

VINCENT:

One drink and leave. Don't be rude,

but drink your drink quickly, say

goodbye, walk out the door, get in

your car, and go down the road.

LIVING ROOM:

Mia has the unbeknownst-to-her heroin cut up into big lines

on her glass top coffee table. Taking her trusty hundred

dollar bill like a human Dust-Buster, she quickly snorts the

fat line.

CLOSEUP – MIA

Her head JERKS back. Her hands go to her nose (which feels

like it's on fire), something is terribly wrong.

Then... the rush hits...

BATHROOM:

Vincent dries his hands on a towel while he continues his

dialogue with the mirror.

VINCENT:

...It's a moral test of yourself,

whether or not you can maintain

loyalty. Because when people are

loyal to each other, that's very

meaningful.

LIVING ROOM:

Mia is on all fours trying to crawl to the bathroom, but

it's like she's trying to crawl with the bones removed from

her knees. Blood begins to drip from Mia's nose. Then her

stomach gets into the act and she VOMITS.

BATHROOM:

Vince continues.

VINCENT:

So you're gonna go out there, drink

your drink, say "Goodnight, I've had

a very lovely evening," go home, and

jack off. And that's all you're

gonna do.

Now that he's given himself a little pep talk, Vincent's

ready for whatever's waiting for him on the other side of

that door. So he goes through it.

LIVING ROOM:

We follow behind Vincent as he walks from the bathroom to

the living room, where he finds Mia lying on the floor like

a rag doll. She's twisted on her back. Blood and puke are

down her front. And her face is contorted. Not out of the

tightness of pain, but just the opposite, the muscles in her

face are so relaxed, she lies still with her mouth wide open.

Slack-jawed.

VINCENT:

Jesus Christ!

Vincent moves like greased lightning to Mia's fallen body.

Bending down where she lays, he puts his fingers on her neck

to check her pulse. She slightly stirs.

Mia is aware of Vincent over her, speaking to her.

VINCENT:

(sounding weird)

Mia! MIA! What the hell happened?

But she's unable to communicate Mia makes a few lost mumbles,

but they're not distinctive enough to be called words.

Vincent props her eyelids open and sees the story.

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