Pulp Fiction Page #17

Lance CHARGES from the window, out the door to his front

lawn.

EXT. LANCE'S HOUSE – NIGHT

Vincent is already out of the car, working on getting Mia

out.

LANCE:

Have you lost your mind?! You crashed

your car in my f***in' house! You

talk about drug sh*t on a cellular

f***in' phone –

VINCENT:

If you're through havin' your little

hissy fit, this chick is dyin', get

your needle and git it now!

LANCE:

Are you deaf? You're not bringin'

that f***ed up b*tch in my house!

VINCENT:

This f***ed up b*tch is Marsellus

Wallace's wife. Now if she f***in'

croaks on me, I'm a grease spot. But

before he turns me into a bar soap,

I'm gonna be forced to tell 'im about

how you coulda saved her life, but

instead you let her die on your front

lawn.

INT. LANCE'S HOUSE – NIGHT

WE START in Lance's and Jody's bedroom.

Jody, in bed, throws off the covers and stands up. She's

wearing a long tee-shirt with a picture of Fred Flintstone

on it.

We follow HANDHELD behind her as she opens the door, walking

through the hall into the living room.

JODY:

It's only one-thirty in the goddamn

mornin'! What the f***'s goin' on

out here?

As she walks in the living room, she sees Vincent and Lance

standing over Mia, who's lying on the floor in the middle of

the room.

From here on in, everything in this scene is frantic, like a

DOCUMENTARY in an emergency ward, with the big difference

here being nobody knows what the f*** they're doing.

JODY:

Who's she?

Lance looks up at Jody.

LANCE:

Get that black box in the bedroom I

have with the adrenaline shot.

JODY:

What's wrong with her?

VINCENT:

She's ODing on us.

JODY:

Well get her the hell outta here!

LANCE AND VINCENT

(in stereo)

Get the f***in' shot!

JODY:

Don't yell and me!

She angrily turns and disappears into the bedroom looking

for the shot.

WE MOVE into the room with the two men.

VINCENT:

(to Lance)

You two are a match made in heaven.

LANCE:

Look, just keep talkin' to her, okay?

While she's gettin' the shot, I gotta

get a medical book.

VINCENT:

What do you need a medical book for?

LANCE:

To tell me how to do it. I've never

given an adrenaline shot before.

VINCENT:

You've had that thing for six years

and you never used it?

LANCE:

I never had to use it. I don't go

joypoppin' with bubble-gummers, all

of my friends can handle their highs!

VINCENT:

Well then get it.

LANCE:

I am, if you'll let me.

VINCENT:

I'm not f***in' stoppin' you.

LANCE:

Stop talkin' to me, and start talkin'

to her.

WE FOLLOW Lance as he runs out of the living room into a...

INT. SPARE ROOM

With a bunch of junk in it. He frantically starts scanning

the junk for the book he's looking for, repeating the words,

"Come on," endlessly.

From OFF SCREEN we hear:

VINCENT (O.S.)

Hurry up man! We're losin' her!

LANCE:

(calling back)

I'm looking as fast as I can!

Lance continues his frenzied search.

WE HEAR Jody in the living room now as she talks to Vincent.

JODY (O.S.)

What's he lookin' for?

VINCENT (O.S.)

I dunno, some medical book.

Jody calls to LANCE.

JODY (O.S.)

What are you lookin' for?

LANCE:

My black medical book!

As he continues searching, flipping and knocking over sh*t,

Jody appears in the doorway.

JODY:

Whata're you looking for?

LANCE:

My black f***in' medical book. It's

like a text book they give to nurses.

JODY:

I never saw a medical book.

LANCE:

Trust me, I have one.

JODY:

Well if it's that important, why

didn't you keep it with the shot?

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