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The two men EMPTY their guns at the same time on the sitting

Brett.

AGAINST BLACK, TITLE CARD:

"VINCENT VEGA AND MARSELLUS WALLACE'S WIFE"

FADE IN:

MEDIUM SHOT – BUTCH COOLIDGE

We FADE UP on BUTCH COOLIDGE, a white, 26-year-old

prizefighter. Butch sits at a table wearing a red and blue

high school athletic jacket. Talking to him OFF SCREEN is

everybody's boss MARSELLUS WALLACE. The black man sounds

like a cross between a gangster and a king.

MARSELLUS (O.S.)

I think you're gonna find – when all

this sh*t is over and done – I think

you're gonna find yourself one smilin'

muthafucka. Thing is, Butch, right

now you got ability. But painful as

it may be, ability don't last. Now

that's a hard muthafuckin' fact of

life, but it's a fact of life your

ass is gonna hafta git realistic

about. This business is filled to

the brim with unrealistic

muthafuckas who thought their ass

aged like wine. Besides, even if

you went all the way, what would you

be? Feather-weight champion of the

world. Who gives a sh*t? I doubt you

can even get a credit card based on

that.

A hand lays an envelope full of money on the table in front

of Butch. Butch picks it up.

MARSELLUS (O.S.)

Now the night of the fight, you may

fell a slight sting, that's pride

f***in' wit ya. F*** pride! Pride

only hurts, it never helps. Fight

through that sh*t. 'Cause a year

from now, when you're kickin' it in

the Caribbean you're gonna say,

"Marsellus Wallace was right."

BUTCH:

I got no problem with that.

MARSELLUS (O.S.)

In the fifth, your ass goes down.

Butch nods his head: "yes."

MARSELLUS (O.S.)

Say it!

BUTCH:

In the fifth, my ass goes down.

CUT TO:

INT. CAR (MOVING) – DAY

Vincent Vega looks really cool behind the wheel of a 1964

cherry red Chevy Malibu convertible. From the car radio,

ROCKABILLY MUSIC PLAYS. The b.g. is a COLORFUL PROCESS SHOT.

EXT. SALLY LEROY'S – DAY

Sally LeRoy's is a large topless bar by LAX that Marsellus

owns.

Vincent's classic Malibu WHIPS into the near empty parking

lot and parks next to a white Honda Civic.

Vince knocks on the door. The front entrance is unlocked,

revealing the Dapper Dan fellow on the inside: ENGLISH DAVE.

Dave isn't really English, he's a young black man from Baldwin

Park, who has run a few clubs for Marsellus, including Sally

LeRoy's.

ENGLISH DAVE:

Vincent Vega, our man in Amsterdam,

git your ass on in here.

Vincent, carrying the black briefcase from the scene between

Vincent and Jules, steps inside. English Dave SLAMS the door

in our faces.

INT. SALLY LEROY'S – DAY

The spacious club is empty this time of day. English Dave

crosses to the bar, and Vince follows.

VINCENT:

Where's the big man?

ENGLISH DAVE:

He's over there, finishing up some

business.

VINCENT'S POV: Butch shakes hands with a huge figure with

his back to us. The huge figure is the infamous and as of

yet still UNSEEN Marsellus.

ENGLISH DAVE (O.S.)

Hang back for a second or two, and

when you see the white boy leave, go

on over. In the meanwhile, can I

make you an espresso?

VINCENT:

How 'bout a cup of just plain lo'

American?

ENGLISH DAVE:

Comin' up. I hear you're taking Mia

out tomorrow?

VINCENT:

At Marsellus' request.

ENGLISH DAVE:

Have you met Mia?

VINCENT:

Not yet.

English Dave smiles to himself.

VINCENT:

What's so funny?

ENGLISH DAVE:

Not a goddamn thing.

VINCENT:

Look, I'm not a idiot. She's the big

man's f***in' wife. I'm gonna sit

across a table, chew my food with my

mouth closed, laugh at her jokes and

that's all I'm gonna do.

English Dave puts Vince's coffee in front of him.

ENGLISH DAVE:

My name's Paul, and this is between

y'all.

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