Pulp Fiction Page #26

FABIENNE:

(referring to his

clothes)

Oh yes, that looks nice. To drink, a

tall glass or orange juice and a

black cup of coffee. After that, I'm

going to have a slice of pie.

As he goes through the suitcase.

BUTCH:

Pie for breakfast?

FABIENNE:

Any time of the day is a good time

for pie. Blueberry pie to go with

the pancakes. And on top, a thin

slice of melted cheese –

BUTCH:

– where's my watch?

FABIENNE:

It's there.

BUTCH:

No, it's not. It's not here.

FABIENNE:

Have you looked?

By now, Butch is frantically rummaging through the suitcase.

BUTCH:

Yes I've f***in' looked!!

He's now throwing clothes.

BUTCH:

What the f*** do you think I'm doing?!

Are you sure you got it?

Fabienne can hardly speak, she's never seen Butch this way.

FABIENNE:

Uhhh... yes... beside the table drawer

–

BUTCH:

– on the little kangaroo.

FABIENNE:

Yes, it was on your little kangaroo.

BUTCH:

Well it's not here!

FABIENNE:

(on the verge of tears)

Well it should be!

BUTCH:

Oh it most definitely should be here,

but it's not. So where is it?

Fabienne is crying and scared.

Butch lowers his voice, which only serves to make him more

menacing.

BUTCH:

Fabienne, that was my father's f***in'

watch. You know what my father went

through to git me that watch?... I

don't wanna get into it right now...

but he went through a lot. Now all

this other sh*t, you coulda set on

fire, but I specifically reminded

you not to forget my father's watch.

Now think, did you get it?

FABIENNE:

I believe so...

BUTCH:

You believe so? You either did, or

you didn't, now which one is it?

FABIENNE:

Then I did.

BUTCH:

Are you sure?

FABIENNE:

(shaking)

No.

Butch freaks out, he punches the air.

Fabienne SCREAMS and backs into a corner, Butch picks up the

motel TV and THROWS IT AGAINST the wall.

Fabienne SCREAMS IN HORROR.

Butch looks toward her, suddenly calm.

BUTCH:

(to Fabienne)

No! It's not your fault.

(he approached her)

You left it at the apartment.

He bends down in front of the woman who has sunk to the floor.

He touches her hand, she flinches.

BUTCH:

If you did leave it at the apartment,

it's not your fault. I had you bring

a bunch of stuff. I reminded you

about it, but I didn't illustrate

how personal the watch was to me. If

all I gave a f*** about was my watch,

I should've told you. You ain't a

mind reader.

He kisses her hand. Then rises.

Fabienne is still sniffling.

Butch goes to the closet.

FABIENNE:

I'm sorry.

Butch puts on his high school jacket.

BUTCH:

Don't be. It just means I won't be

able to eat breakfast with you.

FABIENNE:

Why does it mean that?

BUTCH:

Because I'm going back to my apartment

to get my watch.

FABIENNE:

Won't the gangsters be looking for

you there?

BUTCH:

That's what I'm gonna find out. If

they are, and I don't think I can

handle it, I'll split.

Rising from the floor.

FABIENNE:

I was so dreadful. I saw your watch,

I thought I brought it. I'm so sorry.

Butch brings her close and puts his hands on her face.

BUTCH:

Don't feel bad, sugar pop. Nothing

you could ever do would make me

permanently angry at you.

(pause)

I love you, remember?

(he digs some money

out of his wallet)

Now here's some money, order those

pancakes and have a great breakfast.

FABIENNE:

Don't go.

BUTCH:

I'll be back before you can say,

blueberry pie.

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