Reservoir Dogs Page #8

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MR. WHITE

I don't know anybody.

MR. PINK (OS)

Well, I guess we drop him off at

the hospital. Since he don't know

nothin about us, I say it's his

decision.

MR. WHITE'S POV:

C.U. OF MR. PINK.

MR. WHITE (OS)

Well, he knows a little about me.

MR. PINK

You didn't tell him your name, did

ya?

MR. WHITE (OS)

I told him my first name, and

where I'm from.

There is a long silence and a blank look from Mr. Pink,

then he SCREAMS:

MR. PINK

Why!

MR. WHITE (OS)

I told him where I was from a few

days ago. It was just a casual

conversation.

MR. PINK

And what was tellin him your name

when you weren't supposed to?

MR. WHITE (OS)

He asked.

Mr. Pink looks at Mr. White like he's retarded.

MR. WHITE (OS)

We had just gotten away from the

cops. He just got shot. It was

my f***in fault he got shot. He's

a f***in bloody mess - he's

screaming. I swear to god, I

thought we was gonna die right

then and there. I'm tryin to

comfort him, telling him not to

worry, he's gonna be okay, I'm

gonna take care of him. And he

asked me what my name was. I

mean, the man was dyin in my arms.

What the f*** was I supposed to

tell him, "Sorry, I can't give out

that information, it's against the

rules. I don't trust you

enough."? Maybe I shoulda, but I

couldn't.

MR. PINK

Oh, I don't doubt is was quite

beautiful--

MR. WHITE (OS)

Don't f***in patronize me.

MR. PINK

One question:
Do they have a sheet

on you, where you told him you're

from?

MR. WHITE (OS)

Of course.

MR. PINK

Well that's that, then. I mean, I

was worried about mug shot

possibilities already. But now he

knows:
(a) what you look like, (b)

what your first name is,

(i) where you're from and (d) what

your specialty is.

They ain't gonna hafta show him a

helluva lot of pictures for him to

pick you out. That's it right,

you didn't tell him anything else

that could narrow down the

selection?

MR. WHITE (OS)

If I have to tell you again to

back off, me an you are gonna go

round and round.

Mr. Pink walks out of the C.U. and turns his back on Mr.

White. Mr. White's POV PANS over to him.

MR. PINK

We ain't taking him to a hospital.

MR. WHITE (OS)

If we don't, he'll die.

MR. PINK

And I'm very sad about that. But

some fellas are lucky, and some

ain't.

MR. WHITE (OS)

That f***in did it!

Mr. White's POV CHARGES toward Mr. Pink.

Mr. Pink turns toward him in time to get PUNCHED hard in

the mouth.

END OF POV:

Mr. White and Mr. Pink have a very ungraceful and

realistic fight. They go at each other like a couple of

alley cats.

As Mr. White SWINGS and PUNCHES, he SCREAMS:

MR. WHITE

You little motherf***er!

Mr. Pink YELLS as he HITS:

MR. PINK

Ya wanna f*** with me?! You wanna

f*** with me?! I'll show you who

you're f***in with!

The two men end up on the floor KICKING and SCRATCHING.

Mr. White gets Mr. Pink in a HEADLOCK.

Mr. Pink reaches in his jacket for his gun, and pulls it

out.

Mr. White sees this, immediately lets go of Mr. Pink,

and goes for his own weapon.

The two men are on the floor, on their knees, with their

guns outstretched, aiming at one another.

MR. WHITE

You wanna shoot me, you little

piece of sh*t? Take a shot!

MR. PINK

F*** you, White! I didn't create

this situation, I'm just dealin

with it. You're acting like a

first-year f***in thief. I'm

actin like a professional. They

get him, they can get you, they

get you, they get closer to me,

and that can't happen. And you,

you motherf***er, are looking at

me like it's my fault. I didn't

tell him my name. I didn't tell

him where I was from. I didn't

tell him what I knew better than

to tell him. F***, fifteen

minutes ago, you almost told me

your name. You, buddy, are stuck

in a situation you created. So if

you wanna throw bad looks

somewhere, throw 'em at a mirror.

Mr. Pink lowers his gun and walks towards White.

MR. PINK

So if you wanna shoot somebody,

put that gun in your mouth and

shoot yourself.

Then from OFF SCREEN we hear:

VOICE (OS)

You kids don't play so rough.

Somebody's gonna start crying.

12 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY - MEDIUM C.U. ON MR. BLONDE

The Voice belongs to the infamous Mr. Blonde.

Mr. Blonde sits on a counter, drinking a fast food coke

and eating a hot dog.

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