Pulp Fiction Page #37

JULES:

Hey man, as far as I know, the

muthafucka's tip-top.

THE WOLF:

Good enough, let's go back to the

kitchen.

INT. KITCHEN – MORNING

Jimmie hands The Wolf a cup of coffee.

THE WOLF:

Thank you, Jimmie.

He takes a sip, then, pacing as he thinks, lays out for the

three men the plan of action.

THE WOLF:

Okay first thing, you two.

(meaning Jules and

Vincent)

Take the body, stick it in the trunk.

Now Jimmie, this looks to be a pretty

domesticated house. That would lead

me to believe that in the garage or

under the sink, you got a bunch of

cleansers and cleaners and sh*t like

that, am I correct?

JIMMIE:

Yeah. Exactly. Under the sink.

THE WOLF:

Good. What I need you two fellas to

do is take those cleaning products

and clean the inside of the car. And

I'm talkin' fast, fast, fast. You

need to go in the backseat, scoop up

all those little pieces of brain and

skull. Get it out of there. Wipe

down the upholstery – now when it

comes to upholstery, it don't need

to be spic and span, you don't need

to eat off it. Give it a good once

over. What you need to take care of

are the really messy parts. The pools

of blood that have collected, you

gotta soak that sh*t up. But the

windows are a different story. Them

you really clean. Get the Windex, do

a good job. Now Jimmie, we need to

raid your linen closet. I need

blankets, I need comforters, I need

quilts, I need bedspreads. The thicker

the better, the darker the better.

No whites, can't use 'em. We need to

camouflage the interior of the car.

We're gonna line the front seat and

the backseat and the floor boards

with quilts and blankets. If a cop

stops us and starts stickin' his big

snout in the car, the subterfuge

won't last. But at a glance, the car

will appear to be normal. Jimmie –

lead the way, boys – get to work.

The Wolf and Jimmie turn, heading for the bedroom, leaving

Vincent and Jules standing in the kitchen.

VINCENT:

(calling after him)

A "please" would be nice.

The Wolf stops and turns around.

THE WOLF:

Come again?

VINCENT:

I said a "please" would be nice.

The Wolf takes a step toward him.

THE WOLF:

Set is straight, Buster. I'm not

here to say "please."I'm here to

tell you want to do. And if self-

preservation is an instinct you

possess, you better f***in' do it

and do it quick. I'm here to help.

If my help's not appreciated, lotsa

luck gentlemen.

JULES:

It ain't that way, Mr. Wolf. Your

help is definitely appreciated.

VINCENT:

I don't mean any disrespect. I just

don't like people barkin' orders at

me.

THE WOLF:

If I'm curt with you, it's because

time is a factor. I think fast, I

talk fast, and I need you guys to

act fast if you want to get out of

this. So pretty please, with sugar

on top, clean the f***in' car.

INT. JIMMIE'S BEDROOM – MORNING

Jimmie's gathering all the bedspreads, quilts and linen he

has.

The Wolf is on the phone.

THE WOLF:

(into phone)

It's a 1974 Chevy Nova.

(pause)

White.

(pause)

Nothin', except for the mess inside.

(pause)

About twenty minutes.

(pause)

Nobody who'll be missed.

(pause)

You're a good man, Joe. See ya soon.

(he looks at Jimmie)

How we comin', Jimmie?

Jimmie comes over with a handful of linen.

JIMMIE:

Mr. Wolf, you gotta understand

somethin' –

THE WOLF:

– Winston, Jimmie – please, Winston.

JIMMIE:

You gotta understand something,

Winston. I want to help you guys out

and all, but that's my best linen.

It was a wedding present from my

Uncle Conrad and Aunt Ginny, and

they ain't with us anymore –

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