Pulp Fiction Page #34

VINCENT:

I didn't mean to do it. I said it

was an accident.

JULES:

I've seen a lot of crazy-ass sh*t in

my time...

VINCENT:

Chill out, man, it was an accident,

okay? You hit a bump or somethin'

and the gun went off.

JULES:

Hey! The car didn't hit no muthafuckin'

bump!

VINCENT:

Look! I didn't mean to shoot the

son of a b*tch, the gun just went

off, don't ask me how!

JULES:

Look at this mess! We're drivin'

around on a city street in broad

daylight –

VINCENT:

– I know, I know, I wasn't thinkin'

about the splatter.

JULES:

Well you better be thinkin' about it

now, muthafucka! We gotta get this

car off the road. Cops tend to notice

sh*t like you're driving a car drenched

in f***in' blood.

VINCENT:

Can't we just take it to a friendly

place?

JULES:

This is the Valley, Vincent. Marsellus

don't got no friendly places in the

Valley.

VINCENT:

Well, don't look at me, this is your

town, Jules.

Jules takes out a cellular phone and starts punching digits.

VINCENT:

Who ya callin'?

JULES:

A buddy of mine in Toluca Lake.

VINCENT:

Where's Toluca Lake.

JULES:

On the other side of the hill, by

Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass

ain't home, I don't know what the

F*** we gonna do, man 'cause I

ain't got any other partners in 818.

(into phone)

Jimmie! How you doin' man, it's Jules.

(pause)

Listen up man, me an' my homeboy are

in some serious sh*t. We're in a car

we gotta get off the road, pronto! I

need to use your garage for a couple

hours.

INT. JIMMIE'S BATHROOM – DAY

Jules is bent over a sink, washing his bloody hands while

Vincent stands behind him.

JULES:

We gotta be real f***in' delicate

with this Jimmie's situation. He's

one remark away from kickin' our

asses out the door.

VINCENT:

If he kicks us out, whadda we do?

JULES:

Well, we ain't leavin' 'til we made

a couple phone calls. But I never

want it to reach that pitch. Jimmie's

my friend and you don't bust in your

friend's house and start tellin' 'im

what's what.

Jules rises and dries his hands. Vincent takes his place at

the sink.

VINCENT:

Just tell 'im not to be abusive. He

kinda freaked out back there when he

saw Marvin.

JULES:

Put yourself in his position. It's

eight o'clock in the morning. He

just woke up, he wasn't prepared for

this sh*t. Don't forget who's doin'

who a favor.

Vincent finishes, then dries his hands on a white towel.

VINCENT:

If the price of that favor is I gotta

take sh*t, he can stick his favor

straight up his ass.

When Vincent is finished drying his hands, the towel is

stained with red.

JULES:

What the f*** did you just do to his

towel?

VINCENT:

I was just dryin' my hands.

JULES:

You're supposed to wash 'em first.

VINCENT:

You watched me wash 'em.

JULES:

I watched you get 'em wet.

VINCENT:

I washed 'em. Blood's real hard to

get off. Maybe if he had some Lava,

I coulda done a better job.

JULES:

I used the same soap you did and

when I dried my hands, the towel

didn't look like a f***in' Maxie

pad. Look, f*** it, alright. Who

cares? But it's sh*t like this that's

gonna bring this situation to a boil.

If he were to come in here and see

that towel like that... I'm tellin'

you Vincent, you best be cool. 'Cause

if I gotta get in to it with Jimmie

on account of you... Look, I ain't

threatenin' you, I respect you an'

all, just don't put me in that

position.

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