Pulp Fiction Page #9

Butch bellies up to the bar next to Vincent, drinking his

cup of "Plain ol' American."

BUTCH:

(to English Dave)

Can I get a pack'a Red Apples?

ENGLISH DAVE:

Filters?

BUTCH:

Non.

While Butch waits for his smokes, Vincent just sips his

coffee, staring at him. Butch looks over at him.

BUTCH:

Lookin' at somethin', friend?

VINCENT:

I ain't your friend, palooka.

Butch does a slow turn toward Vincent.

BUTCH:

What was that?

VINCENT:

I think ya heard me just fine, punchy.

Butch turns his body to Vincent, when...

MARSELLUS (O.S.)

Vincent Vega has entered the building,

git your ass over here!

Vincent walks forward OUT OF FRAME, never giving Butch another

glance. We DOLLY INTO CU on Butch, left alone in the FRAME,

looking like he's ready to go into the manners-teaching

business.

BUTCH'S POV: Vincent hugging and kissing the obscured figure

that is Marsellus.

Butch makes the wise decision that is this a**hole's a friend

of Marsellus, he better let it go – for now.

ENGLISH DAVE (O.S.)

Pack of Red Apples, dollar-forty.

Butch is snapped out of his ass-kicking thoughts. He pays

English Dave and walks out of the SHOT.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. LANCE'S HOUSE (KITCHEN) – NIGHT

CLOSEUP – JODY

A woman who appears to have a fondness for earrings. Both of

her ears are pierced five times. She also sports rings in

her lips, eyebrows and nose.

JODY:

...I'll lend it to you. It's a great

book on body piercing.

Jody, Vincent and a young woman named TRUDI sit at the kitchen

table of a suburban house in Echo Park. Even though Vince is

at the same table, he's not included in the conversation.

TRUDI:

You know how they use that gun when

they pierce your ears? They don't

use that when they pierce your

nipples, do they?

JODY:

Forget that gun. That gun goes against

the entire idea behind piercing. All

of my piercing, sixteen places on my

body, every one of 'em done with a

needle. Five in each ear. One through

the nipple on my left breast. One

through my right nostril. One through

my left eyebrow. One through my lip.

One in my clit. And I wear a stud in

my tongue.

Vince has been letting this conversation go through one ear

and out the other, until that last remark.

VINCENT:

(interrupting)

Excuse me, sorry to interrupt. I'm

curious, why would you get a stud in

your tongue?

Jody looks at him and says as if it were the most obvious

thing in the world.

JODY:

It's a sex thing. It helps fellatio.

That thought never occurred to Vincent, but he can't deny it

makes sense. Jody continues talking to Trudi, leaving Vincent

to ponder the truth of her statement.

LANCE (O.S.)

Vince, you can come in now!

INT. LANCE'S BEDROOM – NIGHT

Lance, late 20s, is a young man with a wild and woolly

appearance that goes hand-in-hand with his wild and woolly

personality. LANCE has been selling drugs his entire adult

life. He's never had a day job, never filed a tax return and

has never been arrested. He wears a red flannel shirt over a

"Speed Racer" tee-shirt.

Three bags of heroin lie on Lance's bed.

Lance and Vincent stand at the foot of the bed.

LANCE:

Now this is Panda, from Mexico. Very

good stuff. This is Bava, different,

but equally good. And this is Choco

from the Hartz Mountains of Germany.

Now the first two are the same, forty-

five an ounce – those are friend

prices – but this one...

(pointing to the Choco)

...this one's a little more expensive.

It's fifty-five. But when you shoot

it, you'll know where that extra

money went. Nothing wrong with the

first two. It's real, real, real,

good sh*t. But this one's a f***in'

madman.

VINCENT:

Remember, I just got back from

Amsterdam.

LANCE:

Am I a n*gger? Are you in Inglewood?

No. You're in my house. White people

who know the difference between good

sh*t and bad sh*t, this is the house

they come to. My sh*t, I'll take the

Pepsi Challenge with Amsterdam sh*t

any ol' day of the f***in' week.

VINCENT:

That's a bold statement.

LANCE:

This ain't Amsterdam, Vince. This is

a seller's market. Coke is f***in'

dead as disco. Heroin's comin' back

in a big f***in' way. It's this whole

seventies retro. Bell bottoms, heroin,

they're as hot as hell.

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