Pulp Fiction Page #31

BUTCH:

Hey hillbilly.

Maynard turns and sees Butch holding the sword.

Butch SCREAMS... with one mighty SWING, SLASHES Maynard across

the front, moving past him, eyes and blade now locked on

Zed.

Maynard stands trembling, his front sliced open, in shock.

Butch, while never taking his eyes off Zed, THRUSTS the sword

behind him, SKEWERING Maynard, then EXTRACTS it, pointing

the blade toward Zed. Maynard COLLAPSES.

Zed disengages from Marsellus in a hurry and his eyes go

from the tip of Butch's sword to Marsellus' .45 Automatic,

which lies within reach.

Butch's eyes follow Zed's.

BUTCH:

You want that gun, Zed? Pick it up.

Zed's hand inches toward the weapon.

Butch GRIPS the sword tighter.

Zed studies Butch.

Butch looks hard at Zed.

Then a VOICE says:

MARSELLUS (O.S.)

Step aside, Butch.

Butch steps aside, REVEALING Marsellus standing behind him,

holding Maynard's pump-action shotgun.

KABOOM!!!!

Zed is BLASTED in the groin. Down he goes, SCREAMING in AGONY.

Marsellus, looking down at his whimpering rapist, EJECTS the

used shotgun shell.

Butch lowers the sword and hangs back. Not a word, until:

BUTCH:

You okay?

MARSELLUS:

Naw man. I'm pretty f***in' far from

okay!

Long pause.

BUTCH:

What now?

MARSELLUS:

What now? Well let me tell you what

now. I'm gonna call a couple pipe-

hittin' niggas, who'll go to work

on homes here with a pair of pliers

and a blow torch.

(to Zed)

Hear me talkin' hillbilly boy?! I

ain't through with you by a damn

sight. I'm gonna git Medieval on

your ass.

BUTCH:

I meant what now, between me and

you?

MARSELLUS:

Oh, that what now? Well, let me tell

ya what now between me an' you. There

is no me an' you. Not no more.

BUTCH:

So we're cool?

MARSELLUS:

Yeah man, we're cool. One thing I

ask – two things I ask: Don't tell

nobody about this. This sh*t's between

me and you and the soon-to-be-livin'-

the-rest-of-his-short-ass-life-in-

agonizing-pain, Mr. Rapist here. It

ain't nobody else's business. Two:

leave town. Tonight. Right now. And

when you're gone, stay gone. You've

lost your Los Angeles privileges.

Deal?

BUTCH:

Deal.

The two men shake hands, then hug one another.

MARSELLUS:

Go on now, get your ass outta here.

Butch leaves Russell's old room through the red curtains.

Marsellus walks over to a phone, dialing a number.

MARSELLUS:

(into the phone)

Hello Mr. Wolf, it's Marsellus. Gotta

bit of a situation.

EXT. MASON-DIXIE PAWNSHOP – DAY

Butch, still shaking in his boots, exits the pawnshop. He

looks ahead and sees, parked in front of the establishment,

Zed's Big Chrome Chopper with a teardrop gas tank that has

the name "GRACE" on it. He climbs aboard, takes out the keys

with the big Z on them and starts up the huge hog. It RUMBLES

to life, making sounds like a rocket fighting for orbit.

Butch twists the accelerator handle and SPEEDS off.

WE CUT BACK AND FORTH BETWEEN...

INT. BUTCH AND FABIENNE'S HOTEL ROOM – DAY

Fabienne stands in front of a mirror wearing a "Frankie says,

Relax" tee-shirt, singing along with MUSIC coming from a

BOOM BOX.

EXT. CITY STREET – CHOPPER (MOVING) – DAY

Butch drives down the street, humping a hot hog named "GRACE."

He checks his father's watch. It says: 10:30.

The SONG in the motel room PLAYS OVER this.

EXT. MOTEL ROOM – DAY

Butch rides up on Grace. He hops off and runs inside the

motel room, while we stay outside with the bike.

FABIENNE (O.S.)

Butch, I was so worried!

BUTCH:

Honey, grab your radio and your purse

and let's go!

FABIENNE (O.S.)

But what about all our bags?

BUTCH:

F*** the bags. We'll miss our train

if we don't split now.

FABIENNE (O.S.)

Is everything well? Are we in danger?

BUTCH:

We're cool. In fact, we're super-

cool. But we gots to go. I'll wait

for you outside.

Butch runs out and hops back on the bike. Fabienne exits the

motel room with the boom box and a large purse. When she

sees Butch on the chopper, she stops dead.

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