Pulp Fiction Page #4

JULES:

It's possible.

VINCENT:

We should have f***in' shotguns.

They CLOSE the trunk.

CUT TO:

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING COURTYARD – MORNING

Vincent and Jules, their long matching overcoats practically

dragging on the ground, walk through the courtyard of what

looks like a hacienda-style Hollywood apartment building.

We TRACK alongside.

VINCENT:

What's her name?

JULES:

Mia.

VINCENT:

How did Marsellus and her meet?

JULES:

I dunno, however people meet people.

She usta be an actress.

VINCENT:

She ever do anything I woulda saw?

JULES:

I think her biggest deal was she

starred in a pilot.

VINCENT:

What's a pilot?

JULES:

Well, you know the shows on TV?

VINCENT:

I don't watch TV.

JULES:

Yes, but you're aware that there's

an invention called television, and

on that invention they show shows?

VINCENT:

Yeah.

JULES:

Well, the way they pick the shows on

TV is they make one show, and that

show's called a pilot. And they show

that one show to the people who pick

the shows, and on the strength of

that one show, they decide if they

want to make more shows. Some get

accepted and become TV programs, and

some don't, and become nothing. She

starred in one of the ones that became

nothing.

They enter the apartment building.

INT. RECEPTION AREA (APARTMENT BUILDING) – MORNING

Vincent and Jules walk through the reception area and wait

for the elevator.

JULES:

You remember Antwan Rockamora? Half-

black, half-Samoan, usta call him

Tony Rocky Horror.

VINCENT:

Yeah maybe, fat right?

JULES:

I wouldn't go so far as to call the

brother fat. He's got a weight

problem. What's the nigga gonna

do, he's Samoan.

VINCENT:

I think I know who you mean, what

about him?

JULES:

Well, Marsellus f***ed his ass up

good. And word around the campfire,

it was on account of Marsellus

Wallace's wife.

The elevator arrives, the men step inside.

INT. ELEVATOR – MORNING

VINCENT:

What'd he do, f*** her?

JULES:

No no no no no no no, nothin' that

bad.

VINCENT:

Well what then?

JULES:

He gave her a foot massage.

VINCENT:

A foot massage?

Jules nods his head: "Yes."

VINCENT:

That's all?

Jules nods his head: "Yes."

VINCENT:

What did Marsellus do?

JULES:

Sent a couple of guys over to his

place. They took him out on the

patio of his apartment, threw his

ass over the balcony. Nigga fell

four stories. They had this garden

at the bottom, enclosed in glass,

like one of them greenhouses – nigga

fell through that. Since then, he's

kinda developed a speech impediment.

The elevator doors open, Jules and Vincent exit.

VINCENT:

That's a damn shame.

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING HALLWAY – MORNING

STEADICAM in front of Jules and Vincent as they make a beeline

down the hall.

VINCENT:

Still I hafta say, play with matches,

ya get burned.

JULES:

Whaddya mean?

VINCENT:

You don't be givin' Marsellus

Wallace's new bride a foot massage.

JULES:

You don't think he overreacted?

VINCENT:

Antwan probably didn't expect

Marsellus to react like he did, but

he had to expect a reaction.

JULES:

It was a foot massage, a foot massage

is nothing, I give my mother a foot

massage.

VINCENT:

It's laying hands on Marsellus

Wallace's new wife in a familiar

way. Is it as bad as eatin' her out

– no, but you're in the same f***in'

ballpark.

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