Pulp Fiction Page #33

FOURTH MAN:

I don't understand –

The Fourth Man is taken out of the scenario by the two men's

bullets who, unlike his, HIT their marks. He drops DEAD.

The two men lower their guns. Jules, obviously shaken, sits

down in a chair. Vincent, after a moment of respect, shrugs

it off.

Then heads toward Marvin in the corner.

VINCENT:

Why the f*** didn't you tell us about

that guy in the bathroom? Slip your

mind? Forget he was in there with a

goddamn hand cannon?

JULES:

(to himself)

We should be f***in' dead right now.

(pause)

Did you see that gun he fired at us?

It was bigger than him.

VINCENT:

.357.

JULES:

We should be f***in' dead!

VINCENT:

Yeah, we were lucky.

Jules rises, moving toward Vincent.

JULES:

That sh*t wasn't luck. That sh*t was

somethin' else.

Vincent prepares to leave.

VINCENT:

Yeah, maybe.

JULES:

That was... divine intervention. You

know what divine intervention is?

VINCENT:

Yeah, I think so. That means God

came down from Heaven and stopped

the bullets.

JULES:

Yeah, man, that's what is means.

That's exactly what it means! God

came down from Heaven and stopped

the bullets.

VINCENT:

I think we should be going now.

JULES:

Don't do that! Don't you f***in' do

that! Don't blow this sh*t off!

What just happened was a f***in'

miracle!

VINCENT:

Chill the f*** out, Jules, this sh*t

happens.

JULES:

Wrong, wrong, this sh*t doesn't just

happen.

VINCENT:

Do you wanna continue this theological

discussion in the car, or at the

jailhouse with the cops?

JULES:

We should be f***in' dead now, my

friend! We just witnessed a miracle,

and I want you to f***in' acknowledge

it!

VINCENT:

Okay man, it was a miracle, can we

leave now?

EXT. HOLLYWOOD APARTMENT BUILDING – MORNING

The Chevy Nova PROPELS itself into traffic.

INT. NOVA (MOVING) – MORNING

Jules is behind the wheel,Vincent in the passenger seat and

Marvin in the back.

VINCENT:

...Ever seen that show "COPS?" I

was watchin' it once and this cop

was on it who was talkin' about this

time he got into this gun fight with

a guy in a hallway. He unloads on

this guy and he doesn't hit anything.

And these guys were in a hallway.

It's a freak, but it happens.

JULES:

If you wanna play blind man, then go

walk with a Shepherd. But me, my

eyes are wide f***in' open.

VINCENT:

What the f*** does that mean?

JULES:

That's it for me. For here on in,

you can consider my ass retired.

VINCENT:

Jesus Christ!

JULES:

Don't blaspheme!

VINCENT:

Goddammit, Jules –

JULES:

– I said don't do that –

VINCENT:

– you're f***in' freakin' out!

JULES:

I'm tellin' Marsellus today I'm

through.

VINCENT:

While you're at it, be sure to tell

'im why.

JULES:

Don't worry, I will.

VINCENT:

I'll bet ya ten thousand dollars, he

laughs his ass off.

JULES:

I don't give a damn if he does.

Vincent turns to the backseat with the .45 casually in his

grip.

VINCENT:

Marvin, what do you make of all this?

MARVIN:

I don't even have an opinion.

VINCENT:

C'mon, Marvin. Do you think God came

down from Heaven and stopped the

bullets?

Vincent's .45 goes BANG!

Marvin is hit in the face.

JULES:

WHAT THE F***'S HAPPENIN'?!

AW SH*T, MAN!

VINCENT:

Aw man. I shot Marvin in the face.

JULES:

WHY THE F*** DID YOU DO THAT?!

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