Pulp Fiction Page #21

FADE TO BLACK:

TITLE CARD:

"THE GOLD WATCH"

We hear over the black and white title:

SPORTSCASTER #1 (O.S.)

– Well Dan, that had to be the

bloodiest and, hands-down, the most

brutal fight this city has ever seen.

The SOUND of chaos in the b.g.

FADE IN:

EXT. ALLEY (RAINING) – NIGHT

A taxi is parked in a dark alley next to an auditorium. The

sky is PISSIN' DOWN RAIN. WE SLOWLY DOLLY toward the parked

car. The SOUND of the CAR RADIO can be heard coming from

inside.

SPORTSCASTER #1 (O.S.)

...Coolidge was out of there faster

than I've ever seen a victorious

boxer vacate the ring. Do you think

he knew Willis was dead?

SPORTSCASTER #2 (O.S.)

My guess would be yes, Richard. I

could see from my position here, the

frenzy in his eyes give way to the

realization of what he was doing. I

think any man would've left the ring

that fast.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. TAXI (PARKED/RAINING) – NIGHT

Inside the taxi, behind the wheel, is a female cabbie named

ESMARELDA VILLALOBOS. A young woman, with Spanish looks,

sits parked, drinking a steaming hot cup of coffee out of a

white styrofoam cup.

The Sportscasters continue their coverage.

SPORTSCASTER #1 (O.S.)

Do you feel this ring death tragedy

will have an effect on the world of

boxing?

SPORTSCASTER #2 (O.S.)

Oh Dan, a tragedy like this can't

help but shake the world of boxing

to its very foundation. But it's of

paramount importance that during the

sad weeks ahead, the eyes of the

W.B.A. remain firmly fixed on the –

CLICK – Esmarelda shuts off the radio.

She takes a sip of coffee, then hears a NOISE behind her in

the alley. She sticks her head out of the car door to see:

EXT. BOXING AUDITORIUM (RAINING) – NIGHT

A window about three stories high opens on the auditorium-

side of the alley. A gym bag is tossed out into a garbage

dumpster below the window. Then, Butch Coolidge, still dressed

in boxing trunks, shoes, gloves and yellow robe, LEAPS to

the dumpster below.

ESMARELDA'S REACTION takes in the strangeness of this sight.

Gym bag in hand, Butch CLIMBS out of the dumpster and RUNS

to the taxi. Before he climbs in, he takes off his robe and

throws it to the ground.

INT. TAXI (PARKED / RAINING) – NIGHT

Butch, soaking wet, naked except for trunks, shoes and gloves,

HOPS in the backseat, SLAMMING the door.

Esmarelda, staring straight ahead, talks to Butch through

the rearview mirror:

ESMARELDA:

(Spanish accent)

Are you the man I was supposed to

pick up?

BUTCH:

If you're the cab I called, I'm the

guy you're supposed to pick up.

ESMARELDA:

Where to?

BUTCH:

Outta here.

The ignition key is TWISTED. The engine ROARS to life.

The meter is FLIPPED on.

Esmarelda's bare foot STOMPS on the gas pedal.

EXT. BOXING AUDITORIUM (RAINING) – NIGHT

The cab WHIPS out of the alley, FISH-TAILING on the wet

pavement in front of the auditorium at a rapid pace.

INT. WILLIS LOCKER ROOM (AUDITORIUM) – NIGHT

Locker room door opens, English Dave fights his way through

the pandemonium which is going on outside in the hall,

shutting the door on the madness. Once inside, English Dave

takes time to adjust his suit and tie. Mia is standing by

the door. She sees Vincent with English Dave.

VINCENT:

Mia. How you doin'?

MIA:

Great. I never thanked you for the

dinner.

In the room, black boxer FLOYD RAY WILLIS lies on a table –

dead.

His face looks like he went dunking for bees. His TRAINER is

on his knees, head on Floyd's chest, crying over the body.

The huge figure that is Marsellus Wallace stands at the table,

hand on the Trainer's shoulder, lending emotional support.

We still do not see Marsellus clearly, only that he is big.

Mia sits in a chair at the far end of the room.

Marsellus looks up, sees English Dave and walks over to him.

MARSELLUS (O.S.)

What'cha got?

ENGLISH DAVE:

He booked.

MARSELLUS (O.S.)

I'm prepared to scour the earth for

this muthafucka. If Butch goes to

Indo China, I want a nigga hidin'

in a bowl of rice, ready to pop a

cap in his ass.

ENGLISH DAVE:

I'll take care of it.

INT. CAB (MOVING / RAINING) – NIGHT

Butch gets one of his boxing gloves off.

Esmeralda watches in the rearview mirror.

He tries to roll down one of the backseat windows, but can't

find the roll bar.

BUTCH:

Hey, how do I open the window back

here?

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