Pulp Fiction Page #28

With the respect it deserves, Butch carefully places the M61

back on the kitchen counter.

Then he exits the apartment, quickly.

EXT. APARTMENT COURTYARD – DAY

Butch, not running, but walking very rapidly, crosses the

courtyard...

...comes out of the apartment building, crosses the street...

...goes through the alley...

...and into his car in one STEADICAM SHOT.

EXT. HONDA – DAY

Butch CRANKS the car into gear and drives away. The big wide

smile of a survivor breaks across his face.

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING STREET – DAY

The Honda turns down the alley and slowly cruises by his

apartment building.

INT. HONDA – DAY

Butch looks out the window at his former home.

BUTCH:

That's how you're gonna beat 'em,

Butch. They keep underestimatin'

ya.

This makes the boxer laugh out loud. As he laughs, he flips

a tape in the cassette player. When the MUSIC starts, he

SINGS along with it.

He drives by the apartment, but is stopped at the light on

the corner across from Teriyaki Donut.

Butch is still chuckling, singing along with the song, as we

see:

THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD

The big man himself, Marsellus Wallace, exit Teriyaki Donut,

carrying a box of a dozen donuts and two large styrofoam

cups of coffee. He steps off the curb, crossing the street

in front of Butch's car. This is the first time we see

Marsellus clearly.

Laughing boy stops when he sees the big man directly in front

of him.

When Marsellus is in front of Butch's car, he casually glances

to his left, sees Butch, continues walking... then STOPS!

DOUBLE-TAKE:
"Am I really seeing what I'm seeing?"

Butch doesn't wait for the big man to answer his own question.

He STOMPS on the gas pedal.

The little Honda SLAMS into Marsellus, sending him, the donuts

and the coffee HITTING the pavement at thirty miles an hour.

Butch CUTS into cross traffic and is BROAD-SIDED by a gold

Camaro Z-28, BREAKING all the windows in the Honda and sending

it up on the sidewalk.

Butch sits dazed and confused in the crumpled mess of what

at one time was Fabienne's Honda. Blood flows from his

nostrils. The still-functional tape player continues to play.

A PEDESTRIAN pokes his head inside.

PEDESTRIAN:

Jesus, are you okay?

Butch look at him, spaced-out.

BUTCH:

I guess.

Marsellus Wallace lies sprawled out in the street. GAWKERS

gather around the body.

GAWKER #1

(to the others)

He's dead! He's dead!

This jerk's yelling makes Marsellus come to.

TWO PEDESTRIANS help the shaken Butch out of the wreckage.

The woozy Marsellus gets to his feet.

GAWKER #2

If you need a witness in court, I'll

be glad to help. He was a drunken

maniac. He hit you and crashed into

that car.

MARSELLUS:

(still incoherent)

Who?

GAWKER #2

(pointing at Butch)

Him.

Marsellus follows the Gawker's finger and sees Butch Coolidge

down the street, looking a shambles.

MARSELLUS:

Well, I'll be damned.

The big man takes out a .45 Automatic and the Gawkers back

away.

Marsellus starts moving toward Butch.

Butch sees the fierce figure making a wobbly bee-line toward

him.

BUTCH:

Sacre bleu.

Marsellus brings up his weapon and FIRES, but he's so hurt,

shaky and dazed that his arm goes wild.

He HITS a LOOKY-LOO WOMAN in the hip. She falls to the ground,

screaming.

LOOKY-LOO WOMAN

Oh my God, I've been shot!

That's all Butch needs to see. He's outta here.

Marsellus RUNS after him.

The CROWD looks agape.

Butch is in a mad, limping RUN.

The big man's hot on his ass with a cockeyed wobbly run.

Butch cuts across traffic and dashes into a business with a

sign that reads "MASON-DIXIE PAWNSHOP".

INT. MASON-DIXIE PAWNSHOP – DAY

MAYNARD, a hillbilly-lookin' boy, stands behind the counter

of his pawnshop when, all of a sudden, chaos in the form of

Butch RACES into his world.

MAYNARD:

Can I help you wit' somethin'?

BUTCH:

Shut up!

Butch quickly takes measure of the situation, than stands

next to the door.

MAYNARD:

Now you just wait one goddamn minute

–

Before Maynard can finish his threat, Marsellus CHARGES in.

He doesn't get past the doorway because Butch LANDS his fist

in Marsellus' face.

The gangster's feet go out from under him and the big man

FALLS FLAT on his back.

Outside, two police cars with their SIRENS BLARING race by.

Butch POUNCES on the fallen body, PUNCHING him twice more in

the face.

Butch takes the gun out of Marsellus' hand, than grabs ahold

of his middle finger.

BUTCH:

So you like chasing people, huh?

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