Pulp Fiction Page #39

He hands the now-naked men a bar of soap.

THE WOLF:

Okay gentlemen, you're both been to

County before, I'm sure. Here it

comes.

He hits the trigger, water SHOOTS OUT, SMACKING both men.

JULES:

Goddamn, that water's f***in' cold!

THE WOLF:

Better you than me, gentlemen.

The two men, trembling, scrub themselves.

THE WOLF:

Don't be afraid of the soap, spread

it around.

The Wolf stops the hose, tossing it on the ground.

THE WOLF:

Towel 'em.

Jimmie tosses them each a towel, which they rub furiously

across their bodies.

THE WOLF:

You're dry enough, give 'em their

clothes.

FADE UP ON:

JULES AND VINCENT In their tee-shirts and swim trunks. They

look a million miles away from the black-suited, bad-asses

we first met.

THE WOLF:

Perfect. Perfect. We couldn't've

planned this better. You guys look

like... what do they look like,

Jimmie?

JIMMIE:

Dorks. They look like a couple of

dorks.

The Wolf and Jimmie laugh.

JULES:

Ha ha ha. They're your clothes,

muthafucka.

JIMMIE:

I guess you just gotta know how to

wear them.

JULES:

Yeah, well, our asses ain't the expert

on wearin' dorky sh*t that your is.

THE WOLF:

C'mon, gentlemen, we're laughin' and

jokin' our way into prison. Don't

make me beg.

INT. JIMMIE'S GARAGE – MORNING

The garbage bag is tossed in the car trunk on top of Marvin.

The Wolf SLAMS is closed.

THE WOLF:

Gentlemen, let's get our rules of

the road straight. We're going to a

place called Monster Joe's Truck and

Tow. Monster Joe and his daughter

Raquel are sympathetic to out dilemma.

The place is North Hollywood, so a

few twist and turns aside, we'll be

goin' up Hollywood Way. Now I'll

drive the tainted car. Jules, you

ride with me. Vincent, you follow

in my Porsche. Now if we cross the

path of any John Q. Laws, nobody

does a f***in' thing 'til I do

something.

(TO JULES)

What did I say?

JULES:

Don't do sh*t unless –

THE WOLF:

– unless what?

JULES:

Unless you do it first.

THE WOLF:

Spoken like a true prodigy.

(to Vincent)

How 'bout you, Lash Larue? Can you

keep your spurs from jingling and

jangling?

VINCENT:

I'm cool, Mr. Wolf. My gun just went

off, I dunno how.

THE WOLF:

Fair enough.

(he throws Vince his

car keys)

I drive real f***in' fast, so keep

up. If I get my car back any different

than I gave it, Monster Joe's gonna

be disposing of two bodies.

EXT. MONSTER JOE'S TRUCK AND TOW – MORNING

Jules and Vincent wait by Winston's Porsche.

JULES:

We cool?

WINSTON:

Like it never happened.

Jules and Vincent bump fists.

WINSTON:

Boys, this is Raquel. Someday, all

this will be hers.

RAQUEL:

(to the boys)

Hi. You know, if they ever do "I

SPY:
THE MOTION PICTURE," you guys,

I'd be great. What's with the

outfits. You guys going to a

volleyball game?

Winston laughs, the boys groan.

WINSTON:

I'm takin' m'lady out to breakfast.

Maybe I can drop you two off. Where

do you live?

VINCENT:

Redondo Beach.

JULES:

Inglewood.

Winston grabs Jules' wrist and pantomimes like he's in a

"DEAD ZONE" trance.

WINSTON:

(painfully)

It's your future: I see... a cab

ride.

(dropping the act)

Sorry guys, move out of the sticks.

(to Raquel)

Say goodbye, Raquel.

RAQUEL:

Goodbye, Raquel.

WINSTON:

I'll see you two around, and stay

outta trouble, you crazy kids.

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