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Jules takes out a cellular phone and starts punching digits.
VINCENT
Who ya callin'?
JULES
A buddy of mine in Toluca Lake.
VINCENT
Where's Toluca Lake.
JULES
On the other side of the hill, by
Burbank Studios. If Jimmie's ass
ain't home, I don't know what the
fuck we're gonna go. I ain't got
any other partners in 818.
(into phone)
Jimmie! How you doin' man, it's
Jules.
(pause)
Listen up man, me an' my homeboy
are in some serious shit. We're in
a car we gotta get off the road,
pronto! I need to use your garage
for a couple hours.
(pause)
Jimmie, you know I can't get into
this shit on a cellular fuckin'
phone. But what I can say is my
ass is out in the cold and I'm
askin' you for some sanctuary 'til
our people can bring us in.
(pause)
I appreciate this, man --
(pause)
We'll be gone by then.
(pause)
-- Jimmie, I'm aware of your
situation. I ain't gonna fuck
things up for you. I give you my
word, partner, she'll never know we
were there.
(pause)
Five minutes. Later.
He folds up the phone, turns to Vincent.
JULES
We're set. But his wife come home
from work in an hour and a half and
we gotta be outta there by then,
73. EXT. JIMMIE'S HOUSE – MORNING 73.
The Nova pulls into the garage of a two-bedroom suburban
house.
74. INT. JIMMIE'S BATHROOM – DAY 74.
Jules is bent over a sink, washing his bloody hands while
Vincent stands behind him.
JULES
We gotta be real fuckin' delicate
with this Jimmie's situation. He's
one remark away from kickin' our
asses out the door.
VINCENT
If he kicks us out, whadda we do?
JULES
Well, we ain't leavin' 'til we made
a couple phone calls. But I never
want it to reach that pitch.
Jimmie's my friend and you don't
bust in your friend's house and
start tellin' 'im what's what.
Jules rises and dries his hands. Vincent takes his place at
the sink.
VINCENT
Just tell 'im not to be abusive.
He kinda freaked out back there
when he saw Marvin.
JULES
Put yourself in his position. It's
eight o'clock in the morning. He
just woke up, he wasn't prepared
for this shit. Don't forget who's
doin' who a favor.
Vincent finishes, then dries his hands on a white towel.
VINCENT
If the price of that favor is I
gotta take shit, he can stick his
favor straight up his ass.
When Vincent is finished drying his hands, the towel is
stained with red.
JULES
What the fuck did you just do to
his towel?
VINCENT
I was just dryin' my hands.
JULES
You're supposed to wash 'em first.
VINCENT
You watched me wash 'em.
JULES
I watched you get 'em wet.
VINCENT
I washed 'em. Blood's real hard to
get off. Maybe if he had some
Lava, I coulda done a better job.
JULES
I used the same soap you did and
when I dried my hands, the towel
didn't look like a fuckin' Maxie
pad. Look, fuck it, alright. Who
cares? But it's shit like this
that's gonna bring this situation
to a boil. If he were to come in
here and see that towel like
that...I'm tellin' you Vincent, you
best be cool. 'Cause if I gotta
get in to it with Jimmie on account
of you....Look, I ain't threatenin'
you, I respect you an' all, just
don't put me in that position.
JULES
Jules, you ask me nice like that,
no problem. He's your friend, you
handle him.
75. INT. JIMMIE'S KITCHEN – MORNING 75.
Three men are standing in Jimmie's kitchen, each with a mug of
coffee. Jules, Vincent and JIMMIE DIMMICK, a young man in his
late-20s dressed in a bathrobe.
JULES
Goddamn Jimmie, this is some
serious gourmet shit. Me an'
Vincent woulda been satisfied with
freeze-dried Tasters Choice. You
spring this gourmet fuckin' shit on
us. What flavor is this?
JIMMIE
Knock it off, Julie.
JULES
What?
JIMMIE
I'm not a cobb or corn, so you can
stop butterin' me up. I don't need
you to tell me how good my coffee
is. I'm the one who buys it, I
know how fuckin' good it is. When
Bonnie goes shoppin;, she buys
shit. I buy the gourmet expensive
stuff 'cause when I drink it, I
wanna taste it. But what's on my
mind at this moment isn't the
coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead
nigger in my garage.
JULES
Jimmie --
JIMMIE
-- I'm talkin'. Now let me ask you
a question, Jules. When you drove
in here, did you notice a sign out
front that said, "Dead nigger
storage?"
Jules starts to »Jimmie« him --
JIMMIE
-- answer to question. Did you see
a sign out in front of my house
that said, »Dead nigger storage?«
JULES
(playing along)
Naw man, I didn't.
JIMMIE
You know why you didn't see that
sign?
JULES
Why?
JIMMIE
'Cause storin' dead niggers ain't
my fuckin' business!
Jules starts to »Jimmie« him.
JIMMIE
-- I ain't through! Now don't you
understand that if Bonnie comes
home and finds a dead body in her
house, I'm gonna get divorced. No
marriage counselor, no trial
separation – fuckin' divorced.
And I don't wanna get fuckin'
divorced. The last time me an'
Bonnie talked about this shit was
gonna be the last time me an'
Bonnie talked about this shit. Now
I wanna help ya out Julie, I really
do. But I ain't gonna lose my wife
doin' it.
JULES
Jimmie --
JIMMIE
-- don't fuckin' Jimmie me, man, I
can't be Jimmied. There's nothin'
you can say that's gonna make me
forget I love my wife. Now she's
workin' the graveyard shift at the
hospital. She'll be comin' home in
less than an hour and a half. Make
your phone calls, talk to your
people, than get the fuck out of my
house.
JULES
That's all we want. We don't wanna
fuck up your shit, We just need to
call our people to bring us in.
JIMMIE
Then I suggest you get to it.
Phone's in my bedroom.
As Jules crosses the room, exiting.
JULES
(calling behind him)
You're a friend, Jimmie, you're a
good fuckin' friend!
JIMMIE
(to himself)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm
a real good friend. Good friend,
bad husband, soon to be ex-husband.
(look up and sees
Vincent)
Who the fuck are you?
VINCENT
I'm Vincent. And Jimmie, thank a
bunch,
The two men laugh.
JIMMIE
Don't mention it.
76. INT. MARSELLUS WALLACE'S DINING ROOM – MORNING 76.
Marsellus Wallace sits at his dining table in a big comfy
robe, eating his large breakfast, while talking on the phone.
MARSELLUS
...well, say she comes home.
Whaddya think she'll do?
(pause)
No fuckin' shit she'll freak. That
ain't no kinda answer. You know
'er, I don't. How bad, a lot or a
little?
77. INT. JIMMIE'S BEDROOM – MORNING 77.
Jules paces around in Jimmie's bedroom on the phone.
JULES
You got to appreciate what an
explosive element this Bonnie
situation is. If she comes home
from a hard day's work and finds a
bunch of gangsters doin' a bunch of
gangsta' shit in her kitchen, ain't
no tellin' what she's apt to do.
MARSELLUS
Let us speak of the unspeakable.
JULES
Possibility exists, but unlikely.
MARSELLUS
Why possible but unlikely?
JULES
'Cause if push met shove, you know
I'll take care of business. But
push ain't never gonna meet shove.
Because You're gonna solve this
shit for us. You're gonna take our
asses outta the cold and bring it
inside where it's warm. 'Cause if
I gotta get into it with my friend
about his wife over your boy
Vincent, I'm gonna have bad
feelings.
MARSELLUS
I've grasped that, Jules. All I'm
doin' is contemplating the »ifs.«
JULES
I don't wanna hear about no
motherfuckin' »ifs.« What I wanna
hear from your ass is: "you ain't
got no problems, Jules. I'm on the
motherfucker. Go back in there,
chill them niggers out and wait for
the cavalry, which should be comin'
directly."
MARSELLUS
You ain't got no problems, Jules.
I'm on the motherfucker. Go back
in there, chill them niggers out
and wait for The Wolf, who should
be comin' directly.
JULES
You sendin' The Wolf?
MARSELLUS
Feel better?
JULES
Shit Negro, that's all you had to
say.
78. INT. HOTEL SUITE – MORNING 78.
The CAMERA looks through the bedroom doorway of a hotel suite
into the main area. We SEE a crap game being played on a
fancy crap table by GAMBLERS in tuxedos and LUCKY LADIES in
fancy evening gowns. The CAMERA PANS to the right revealing:
sitting on a bed, phone in hand with his back to us, the
tuxedo-clad WINSTON WOLF aka »THE WOLF.«
We also see The Wolf has a small notepad that he jots details
in.
THE WOLF
(into phone)
Is she the hysterical type?
(pause)
When she due?
(jotting down)
Give me the principals' names
again?
(jots down)
Jules....
We SEE his book. The page has written on it:
1265 Riverside Drive
Toluca Lake
1 body (no head)
Bloody shot-up car
Jules (black)
THE WOLF
...Vincent...Jimmie...Bonnie....
He writes:
Vincent (Dean Martin)
Jimmie (house)
Bonnie (9:30)
THE WOLF
Expect a call around 10:30. It's
about thirty minutes away. I'll be
there in ten.
He hangs up. We never see his face.
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TITLE CARD OVER BLACK:
»NINE MINUTES AND THIRTY-SEVEN SECONDS LATER«
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79. EXT. JIMMIE'S STREET – MORNING 79.
A silver Porsche WHIPS the corner leading to Jimmie's home, in
HYPER DRIVE. Easily doing 135 mph, the Porsche stops on a
dime in front of Jimmie's house.
A ringed finger touches the doorbell: DING DONG.
80. INT. JIMMIE'S HOUSE – MORNING 80.
Jimmie opens the door. We see, standing in the doorway, the
tuxedo-clad man. He looks down to his notebook, then up at
Jimmie.
THE WOLF
You're Jimmie, right? This is your
house?
JIMMIE
Yeah.
THE WOLF
(stick his hand out)
I'm Winston Wolf, I solve problems.
JIMMIE
Good, 'cause we got one.
THE WOLF
So I heard. May I come in?
JIMMIE
Please do.
The two men walk to the dining room.
THE WOLF
I want to convey Mr. Wallace's
gratitude with the help you're
providing on this matter. Let me
assure you Jimmie, Mr. Wallace's
gratitude is worth having.
In the dining room, Jules and Vincent stand up.
THE WOLF
You must be Jules, which would make
you Vincent. Let's get down to
brass tacks, gentlemen. If I was
informed correctly, the clock is
ticking, is that right, Jimmie?
JIMMIE
100%.
THE WOLF
Your wife, Bonnie...
(refers to his pad)
...comes home at 9:30 in the AM, is
that correct?
JIMMIE
Uh-huh.
THE WOLF
I was led to believe if she comes
home and finds us here, she
wouldn't appreciate it none too
much.
JIMMMIE
She won't at that.
THE WOLF
That give use forty minutes to get
the fuck outta Dodge, which, if you
do what I say when I say it, should
by plenty. Now you got a corpse in
a car, minus a head, in a garage.
Take me to it.
81. INT. JIMMIE'S GARAGE – MORNING 82.
The three men hand back as The Wolf examines the car. He
studies the car in silence, opening the door, looking inside,
circling it.
THE WOLF
Jimmie?
JIMMIE
Yes.
THE WOLF
Do me a favor, will ya? Thought I
smelled some coffee in there.
Would you make me a cup?
JIMMIE
Sure, how do you take it?
THE WOLF
Lotsa cream, lotsa sugar.
Jimmie exists. The Wolf continues his examination.
THE WOLF
About the car, is there anything I
need to know? Does it stall, does
it make a lot of noise, does it
smoke, is there gas in it,
anything?
JULES
Aside from how it looks, the car's
cool.
THE WOLF
Positive? Don't get me out on the
road and I find out the brake
lights don't work.
JULES
Hey man, as far as I know, the
motherfucker's tip-top.
THE WOLF
Good enough, let's go back to the
kitchen.
82. INT. KITCHEN – MORNING 82.
Jimmie hands The Wolf a cup of coffee.
THE WOLF
Thank you, Jimmie.
He takes a sip, then, pacing as he thinks, lays out for the
three men the plan of action.
THE WOLF
Okay first thing, you two.
(meaning Jules and
Vincent)
Take the body, stick it in the
trunk. Now Jimmie, this looks to
be a pretty domesticated house.
That would lead me to believe that
in the garage or under the sink,
you got a bunch of cleaners and
cleaners and shit like that, am I
correct?
JIMMIE
Yeah. Exactly. Under the sink.
THE WOLF
Good. What I need you two fellas
to do is take those cleaning
products and clean the inside of
the car. And I'm talkin' fast,
fast, fast. You need to go in the
backseat, scoop up all those little
pieces of brain and skull. Get it
out of there. Wipe down the
upholstery – now when it comes to
upholstery, it don't need to be
spic and span, you don't need to
eat off in. Give it a good once
over. What you need to take care
of are the really messy parts. The
pools of blood that have collected,
you gotta soak that shit up. But
the windows are a different story.
Them you really clean. Get the
Windex, do a good job. Now Jimmie,
we need to raid your linen closet.
I need blankets, I need comforters,
I need quilts, I need bedspreads.
The thicker the better, the darker
the better. No whites, can't use
'em. We need to camouflage the
interior of the car. We're gonna
line the front seat and the
backseat and the floor boards with
quilts and blankets. If a cop
stops us and starts stickin' his
big snout in the car, the
subterfuge won't last. But at a
glance, the car will appear to be
normal. Jimmie – lead the way,
boys – get to work.
The Wolf and Jimmie turn, heading for the bedroom, leaving
Vincent and Jules standing in the kitchen.
VINCENT
(calling after him)
A »please« would be nice.
The Wolf stops and turns around.
THE WOLF
Come again?
VINCENT
I said a »please« would be nice.
The Wolf takes a step toward him.
THE WOLF
Set is straight, Buster. I'm not
here to say »please.« I'm here to
tell you want to do. And if self-
preservation is an instinct you
possess, you better fuckin' do it
and do it quick. I'm here to help.
If my help's not appreciated, lotsa
luck gentlemen.
JULES
It ain't that way, Mr. Wolf. Your
help is definitely appreciated.
VINCENT
I don't mean any disrespect. I
just don't like people barkin'
orders at me.
THE WOLF
If I'm curt with you, it's because
time is a factor. I think fast, I
talk fast, and I need you guys to
act fast if you want to get out of
this. So pretty please, with sugar
on top, clean the fuckin' car.
83. INT. JIMMIE'S BEDROOM – MORNING 83.
Jimmie's gathering all the bedspreads, quilts and linen he
has. The Wolf is on the phone.
THE WOLF
(into phone)
It's a 1974 Chevy Nova.
(pause)
White.
(pause)
Nothin', except for the mess
inside.
(pause)
About twenty minutes.
(pause)
Nobody who'll be missed.
(pause)
You're a good man, Joe. See ya
soon.
(he looks at Jimmie)
How we comin', Jimmie?
Jimmie comes over with a handful of linen.
JIMMIE
Mr. Wolf, you gotta understand
somethin' --
THE WOLF
-- Winston, Jimmie – please,
Winston.
JIMMIE
You gotta understand something,
Winston. I want to help you guys
out and all, but that's my best
linen. It was a wedding present
from my Uncle Conrad and Aunt
Ginny, and they ain't with us
anymore --
THE WOLF
-- let me ask you a question, if
you don't mind?
JIMMIE
Sure.
THE WOLF
Were you Uncle Conrad and Aunt
Ginny millionaires?
JIMMIE
No.
THE WOLF
Well, your Uncle Marsellus is. And
I'm positive if Uncle Conrad and
Aunt Ginny were millionaires, they
would've furnished you with a whole
bedroom set, which your Uncle
Marsellus is more than happy to do.
(takes out a roll of
bills)
I like oak myself, that's what's in
my bedroom. How 'bout you Jimmie,
you an oak man?
JIMMIE
Oak's nice.
84. INT. GARAGE – MORNING 84.
Both Jules and Vincent are inside the car cleaning it up.
Vincent is in the front seat washing windows, while Jules is
in the backseat, picking up little pieces of skull and gobs of
brain. Both are twice as bloody as they were before.
JULES
I will never forgive your ass for
this shit. This is some fucked-up
repugnant shit!
VINCENT
Did you ever hear the philosophy
that once a man admits he's wrong,
he's immediately forgiven for all
wrong-doings?
JULES
Man, get outta my face with that
shit! The motherfucker who said
that never had to pick up itty-
bitty pieces of skull with his
fingers on account of your dumb
ass.
VINCENT
I got a threshold, Jules. I got a
threshold for the abuse I'll take.
And you're crossin' it. I'm a race
car and you got me in the red.
Redline 7000, that's where you are.
Just know, it's fuckin' dangerous
to be drivin' a race car when it's
in the red. It could blow.
JULES
You're gettin' ready to blow? I'm
a mushroom-cloud-layin'
motherfucker! Every time my
fingers touch brain I'm "SUPERFLY
T.N.T,» I'm the «GUNS OF NAVARONE."
I'm what Jimmie Walker usta talk
about. In fact, what the fuck am I
doin' in the back? You're the
motherfucker should be on brain
detail. We're tradin'. I'm
washin' windows and you're pickin'
up this nigger's skull.
85. INT. CHEVY NOVA – MORNING 85.
The interior of the car has been cleaned and lined with
bedspreads and quilts. Believe it or not, what looked like a
portable slaughterhouse can actually pass for a non-descript
vehicle.
The Wolf circles the car examining it.
Jules and Vincent stand aside, their clothes are literally a
bloody mess, but they do have a sense of pride in what a good
job they've done.
THE WOLF
Fine job, gentlemen. We may get
out of this yet.
JIMMIE
I can't believe that's the same
car.
THE WOLF
Well, let's not start suckin' each
other's dicks quite yet. Phase one
is complete, clean the car, which
moves us right along to phase two,
clean you two.
86. EXT. JIMMIE'S BACKYARD – MORNING 86.
Jules and Vincent stand side by side in their black suits,
covered in blood, in Jimmie's backyard. Jimmie holds a
plastic Hefty trash bag, while The Wolf holds a garden hose
with one of those guns nossles attached.
THE WOLF
Strip.
VINCENT
All the way?
THE WOLF
To your bare ass.
As they follow directions, The Wolf enjoys a smoke.
THE WOLF
Quickly gentlemen, we got about
fifteen minutes before Jimmie's
better-half comes pulling into the
driveway.
JULES
This morning air is some chilly
shit.
VINCENT
Are you sure this is absolutely
necessary?
THE WOLF
You know what you two look like?
VINCENT
What?
THE WOLF
Like a couple of guys who just blew
off somebody's head. Yes,
strippin' off those bloody rags is
absolutely necessary. Toss the
clothes in Jim's garbage bag.
JULES
Now Jimmie, don't do nothin' stupid
like puttin' that out in front of
your house for Elmo the garbage man
to take away.
THE WOLF
Don't worry, we're takin' it with
us. Jim, the soap.
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 fuckin' 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.
JIMMIE
Okay fellas, in the one-size-fits-
all category, we got swim trunks,
one red – one white. And two
extra-large tee-shirts. A UC Santa
Cruz shirt and an »I'm with Stupid«
shirt.
JULES
I get the »I'm with Stupid« shirt.
FADE UP ON:
87. JULES AND VINCENT 87.
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,
motherfucker.
JIMMIE
I guess you just gotta know how to
wear them.
JULES
Yeah, well, out asses ain't the
expert on wearin' dorky shit that
your is.
THE WOLF
C'mon, gentlemen, we're laughin'
and jokin' our way into prison.
Don't make me beg.
They start walking through the house to the garage.
JIMMIE
Wait a minute, before you guys
split, I wanna get a picture of
this.
JULES
Jimmie, have you forgotten about
your wife comin' home?
JIMMIE
It won't take a second.
VINCENT
I don't like this photograph shit.
JIMMIE
Sorry – my house, my rules.
88. INT. JIMMIE'S GARAGE – MORNING 88.
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 fuckin'
thing 'til I do something.
(to Jules)
What did I say?
JULES
Don't do shit 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 fuckin' 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.
JULES
Why do you drive fast?
THE WOLF
Because it's a lot of fun.
Jules and Vincent laugh.
THE WOLF
Let's move.
Jimmie comes through the door, camera in hand.
JIMMIE
Wait a minute, I wanna take a
picture.
JULES
We ain't got time, man.
JIMMIE
We got time for one picture. You
and Vincent get together.
Jules and Vincent stand next to each other.
JIMMIE
Okay, you guys put your arms around
each other.
The two men look at each other and, after a long beat, a smile
breaks out. They put their arms around each other.
JIMMIE
Okay Winston, get in there.
THE WOLF
I ain't no model.
JIMMIE
After what a cool guy I've been, I
can't believe you do me like this.
It's the only thing I asked.
JULES & VINCENT
C'mon, Mr. Wolf....
THE WOLF
Okay, one photo and we go.
SLOW DOLLY TOWARD A LONE CAMERA
JIMMIE (OS)
Everybody say Pepsi.
JULES (OS)
I ain't fuckin' sayin' Pepsi.
JIMMIE (OS)
Smile, Winston.
THE WOLF
I don't smile in pictures.
The camera goes off, FLASHING THE SCREEN WHITE.
THE PHOTO FADES UP OVER WHITE.
it's Jules and Vincent, their arms around each other, next to
Jimmie' whose arm is around The Wolf. Everyone is smiling
except you-know-who.
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