text / (United States) Quentin Tarantino
translation / Du Ziwei
1. Interior coffee shop In the morning,
an ordinary Deng's coffee shop in Los Angeles has a church-like spire roof. Come at nine o'clock in the morning. Although the shop is not too crowded, there are many people. They drink coffee, chew bacon, or eat fried eggs. There are two people in the crowd, a pair of young men and women. The man speaks with a British accent of a professional worker, and like his compatriots, he smokes lifelessly and uncontrollably. Can't tell where the girl comes from, how old, because she can't tell from her contradictory behavior. They were sitting in the same cubicle, talking fast.
Boy: No, don't mention it, it's too risky. I'm tired of doing that kind of mess all day.
Girl: You always say that, it’s the same every time: "I don’t do it anymore, I’m so tired of it, it’s too dangerous."
Young man: I know I love to say that, and I am always correct, but ---
girl:- ——But within a day or two you will forget everything ————
Young man:————Oh, forgetfulness is a thing of the past, now I have a long memory.
Girl: When you say these things, do you know what you sound like?
Boy: I sound like a fucking wise man, don't I.
Girl: You sound like a duck. (Imitating duck barking) croak, croak, croak, croak, croak, croak---
boy: Oh, trust me, you won't hear that again. Because in the future I will never say it again, you will never hear me calling why you don't want to take a risk anymore.
Girl: Wait for tonight.
The men and women laughed, the laughter stopped for a while, and then it rang again---
boy (smiling): Yes. I was croaking all night.
A waitress came over with a coffee pot ---
Waitress: Who wants to add coffee?
Girl: Oh, come, thank you.
The waitress added coffee to the girl. The young man lit another cigarette.
Young man: I think about it.
The waitress walked away. The young man took a deep breath. The girl added some milk and sugar to the coffee.
The young man returned to the topic just now ---
young man: I was talking about that way: taking risks like this is tantamount to robbing the bank. The risks are even greater. It's easier to grab a bank! When encountering a robbery, the Commonwealth Bank does not care at all. They are insured, what do they care about robbery? If you rob the Commonwealth Bank, you may not even need to bring a gun. I heard that a guy walked into the Commonwealth Bank with a mobile phone and handed it to the teller. Another said to the teller on the phone: "This person’s little daughter is in our hands. If you don’t take all the Give him all the money, and we will kill the girl."
Girl: Is this tricky?
Boy: Super effective, this is what I want to say! An idiot walked into the bank with a phone, not with a pistol or a shotgun, but with a fucking broken phone. The bank was swept away, and he didn't even bother.
Girl: Did they hurt the little girl?
Young man: I don't know. There may be no little girls at all—the key to this is not little girls. The key to this is that they robbed the bank with their telephone.
Girl: Do you want to grab the bank?
Boy: I'm not saying that I want to rob the bank, I just want to explain that if we do that, it will be easier than the current job.
Girl: Then you don't want to grab the bank?
Young man: I don't want to. Those who rob the bank are all in the end. They either die or go to jail for 20 years.
Girl: No longer robbing the liquor store?
Boy: Where did I go? Oh, no — — I'll grab — — wine — — shop — again. Wine grabbing is not as fun as it used to be. Too many foreigners open such shops. Vietnamese, North Koreans, they don't understand English at all. You tell them: "Empty the cash register." But they don't know what you mean. They made the robbery too personal. If you keep going, maybe you have to kill someone.
Girl: I don't want to kill people.
Boy: I don't want to kill anyone, but they may make us passive. If it's not a yellow race, but some old Jews, this shop has been open for fifteen fucking generations. Arrange an old grandfather to sit behind the counter and hold a big wine bottle. Give it a try, take nothing but your mobile phone, walk into such a store, and see where you can go. Fuck it, don't think about it, the ghost keeps doing this.
Girl: Oh, what is left to do, looking for a job?
Young man (laughs): Not looking for a job.
Girl: What are you going to do?
He greeted the waitress loudly---
boy: Garson! coffee!
His eyes turned to his female companion.
Young man: here.
The waitress came over and filled him with some coffee.
The waitress is a bit annoying, because "Garson" is the name given to the male waiter.
She left.
Girl: Here? This is a coffee shop.
Boy: So what? No one has ever snatched a restaurant, why not snatch it? Bars, liquor stores, gas stations, if you want to lose your head, grab one of them. The restaurant is different, it is easy to get it done. They never thought that they would be robbed, nor did they have any psychological preparation.
Girl (makes an idea): I bet that robbery in this kind of place will definitely reduce your sense of heroism.
Young man: That's right. Just like banks, these places are insured. Managers don’t look for things, they just want to knock you out before you shoot at customers. Waiter, you can ignore it, they won't shoot for the cash register. The handymen, some of them with wet backs, only earn one and five dollars an hour, and they have long wanted to rectify their bosses. Customers will sit in their seats with their mouths full of food, not knowing what to do. They were still eating Danhua omelette a minute ago, and they were put guns on their faces this minute.
The girl obviously accepted the idea. The young man continued to speak in a low voice -
young man: You know, the last time I robbed the liquor store, I thought of a new trick. Remember those customers who kept coming in?
Girl: I remember.
Boy: Then you think about taking everyone's wallets.
Girl: That's right.
Boy: That's a good idea.
Girl: Excuse me.
Boy: That time we got more money in the wallet than in the cash register.
Girl: Indeed it is.
Boy: Many people come to the restaurant.
Girl: There are many wallets.
Boy: Amazing, isn't it?
The girl looked around the restaurant with this new idea. She saw that customers were either eating or indulging in conversation. Tired waiter, obedient. The handyman cleaned up the dishes perfunctorily. The manager is complaining to the chef. A smile appeared on the girl's face.
Girl: It's wonderful. I'm ready, let's do it, right here, start right away.
Boy: Remember, as before, you control the crowd and I control the employees.
Girl: I understand.
They each took out a 32-caliber pistol and put it on the table. They stared at each other---
girl: I love you, pumpkin boy.
Boy: I love you, little rabbit.
After speaking, Pumpkin and Little Rabbit grabbed their guns, stood up, and began to rob. Pumpkin Boy is a well-trained robber with control. Little Bunny is a calm thief, and like a psychopath, he is on the verge of breaking out.
Pumpkin Boy (screaming at everyone): Calm down, everyone, this is robbery!
Little Rabbit: No one is allowed to act rashly, otherwise they will all be killed! Understand?
(Switch) The
cast and crew list and title and subtitles.
2. Interior view 74 Chevrolet (driving) in the morning
A car is driving along a street in Hollywood where homeless people live. This is an old 1974 white Chevrolet Nova. It is fuel-guzzling and dirty. Two people in the front seat—one white and one black—wore cheap black suits, light black ties, and long green trench coats. One of them is Vincent Vega (white) and the other is Jules Winfield (black). Jules drives the car.
Jules: ——Hey, tell me about the drug bar?
Vincent: What do you want to hear?
Jules: Oh, drugs are legal there, aren't they?
Vincent: Yes, it is legal, but not 100% legal. That is to say, you can't just go to the restaurant, roll up anesthetic cigarettes, and vomit clouds. Drug use is only allowed in your own home or designated places.
Jules: Does it mean the drug bar?
Vincent: Yes, in detail it is this: buying drugs is legal, and possession of drugs is also legal, if you are the owner of a drug bar, then you are also legal to sell drugs. It is also legal to carry drugs, but it doesn't matter—I mean carrying drugs—because if the police stop you and conduct a search for this, it is illegal. The police in Amsterdam do not have this right.
Jules: Really enjoyable, I must go and enjoy it.
Vincent: You will have a deep understanding. But do you know what is the most interesting thing in Europe?
Jules: What?
Vincent: That's the little difference. We get a lot of exactly the same things in this place, they get it in that place, but what we get in that place is a bit different.
Jules: For example?
Vincent: In Amsterdam, you can buy beer in the cinema. I'm not talking about the kind of paper cups. They give you beer in glasses, just like in a bar. In Paris, McDonald's also sells beer. Also, do you know how they call a quarter pound cheeseburger in Paris?
Jules: Don't they say "a quarter of a pound"?
Vincent: No, they use decimals there. They don't know what the fuck is a quarter pound.
Jules: What did they say?
Vincent: "Big Cheeseburger".
Jules (repeat): "Big Cheeseburger". What are they called Big Macs?
Vincent: The Big Mac is the Big Mac.
Jules: What did they say about the super burger?
Vincent: I don't know, I haven't studied extra large burgers. But eating French fries in the Netherlands, do you know what they use instead of ketchup?
Jules: What?
Vincent: Mayonnaise.
Jules: My God!
Vincent: I saw them eat like this. And instead of dipping it on the side of the plate, dipping the fries in mayonnaise.
Jules: Gee, tut!
3. Interior Chevrolet (trunk) In the morning
Chevrolet's trunk was open. Jules and Vincent reached in, took out two 45-caliber automatic pistols, loaded them with bullets, and opened the insurance.
Jules: We should be equipped with long guns for this kind of action.
Vincent: How many people are there?
Jules: Three or four.
Vincent: Who counts us?
Jules: I'm not sure.
Vincent: So there might be five people on it?
Jules: It's possible.
Vincent: We really deserve a spear.
They closed the trunk.
(Switch)
4. Exterior view of the open space in front of the apartment building In the morning
, Vincent and Jules walked through the open space in front of the building, and the long windbreakers they wore almost dragged to the ground. It looks like a Hollywood apartment building in Spanish manor architecture style.
The camera runs side by side with them, tracking and shooting.
Vincent: What is her name?
Jules: Mia.
Vincent: How did Marcellus meet her?
Jules: I don't know, but I met anyway. She used to be an actor.
Vincent: Has she acted in any movies I might have watched?
Jules: I think the most important role she played was in a pilot program.
Vincent: What is the pilot program?
Jules: Do you know the shows on TV?
Vincent: I don't watch TV.
Jules: Oh, then you know that there is something called a television, and people play programs on it, right?
Vincent: I know.
Jules: Well, they have to choose when they broadcast a program on TV. The method is to make a program first. This program is called a pilot program. They show the pilot program to those who are responsible for selecting the program, and these people decide whether to continue the production based on the quality of the pilot program. The pilot program that is selected becomes a TV program, and the one that is not selected is nothing. The one she played was nothing.
They entered the apartment building.
5. Interior reception area (apartment building) In the morning
, Vincent and Jules walked through the reception area and waited for the elevator.
Jules: Remember Antewan Rocamola? A black and Samoan hybrid, everyone calls him "Hate Ghost Lodge".
Vincent: I seem to remember, is he a fat man?
Jules: I wouldn't call this man fat. There is a problem with his weight, but it has nothing to do with black people. He is Samoan.
Vincent: I understand what you mean, what happened to him?
Jules: Marcellus gave him a severe lesson. The rumor is because of the wife of Marcellus Wallace.
The elevator door opened and the two walked into the elevator.
6. Interior elevator Morning
Vincent: What did he do? Have an affair with her?
Jules: No, no, no... it's definitely not that.
Vincent: What exactly is that?
Jules: He gave her a foot massage.
Vincent: Foot massage?
Jules (nodding): Yes.
Vincent: It's that simple?
Jules (nodding): Yes.
Vincent: What did Marcellus do to him?
Jules: Sent a few people to his residence. They took him to the terrace of the apartment building and threw him down from there. The nigger fell from the fourth floor. There is a garden downstairs, with glass windows as the roof, a bit like a greenhouse—the nigger fell into it. Since then, he has become a bit stuttering.
The elevator door opened, and Jules and Vincent walked out.
Vincent: What a shame.
7. Interior view of the apartment building corridor
Vincent and Jules walked along the corridor in the morning , with the camera fixed in front of them to shoot.
Vincent: Playing with fire, be careful to burn yourself.
Jules: What do you mean?
Vincent: You are not going to massage Marcellus Wallace's new wife, are you?
Jules: Don't you think he is nervous?
Vincent: Antewan probably didn't expect Marcellus to do that, but he should have thought that there would be a reaction to that.
Jules: That's just a foot massage, it's not a big deal. I also give my mother a foot massage.
Vincent: That's also the new wife who touched Marcellus Wallace in an intimate way. What's the difference between having oral sex with her — it's no different, it's almost the same thing.
Jules interrupted Vincent -
Jules: Oh...oh...oh...stop it. Oral sex and foot massage are two fucking different things.
Vincent: It's not the same thing, it's almost the same thing.
Jules: There are two different things. Maybe your massage method is different from mine, but putting your hands on his wife's feet and putting your tongue into the ecstasy are two different things. The parts used are different and the focus is different. Reflexology is a reflexology.
Vincent: Have you ever done a foot massage to others?
Jules: Don't talk to me about foot massage-I'm an expert in this area.
Vincent: Did it for many people?
Jules: Of course. My skills are top-notch.
Vincent: Have you ever massaged a man's feet?
Jules stared at him for a long time — there was a feeling of being wronged in his eyes —
Jules: Fuck you.
He continued to walk along the corridor. Vincent smiled, slightly behind him.
Vincent: Massage them often?
Jules: Fuck you.
Vincent: Can you give me a foot massage — I am a little tired.
Jules: Okay, don't talk about it, besides, I'm impatient - we're here.
The two stood in front of the door marked 49 and talked in a low voice---
Jules: What time is it?
Vincent (look at his watch): 7:22 in the morning.
Jules: It's not a point yet, so let's wait a moment.
They walked to a place not far from the door, face to face, and continued to talk in a low voice——-
Jules: Listen to me, it is precisely because I will massage others that Marcellus must not think that Antwan It's right to throw it downstairs, and it fucking made him stutter. It doesn't make sense to do that. Who the hell dare to treat me this way, give up the idea as soon as possible, I will kill him.
Vincent: I didn't say he was right, but you have to say that foot massage is no big deal. I don't think so. I have done a lot of massages for many women, and something happens. We thought massage was not a big deal, but it always caused something. That's the way it is. Everyone wouldn't talk about it, but you know she knows it, Marcellus the fuck knows it, and Aihua should know it better. That's his wife, who can't make a joke about it.
Jules: Really puzzling, come on, get serious.
Vincent: Say her name again?
Jules: Mia. Why are you so interested in the boss's wife?
Vincent: Oh, Marcellus is going to Florida. He wants me to take care of Mia during his absence.
Jules: Take care of her?
Jules took out the gun and pointed it at Vincent's head.
Vincent: Don't think about it! Just take her to relax, don't let her be lonely.
Jules: Are you taking Mia Wallace out on a date?
Vincent: That's not a date. It's like watching a movie with your friend's wife. Just...you know...be a companion.
Jules stared at him.
Vincent: That's not a date.
Jules still stared at him.
Vincent: I don't want to be a bad boy.
Jules shook his head and muttered to himself ---
Jules: Women are more deadly than years.
Vincent: What are you talking about?
Jules: Nothing. Do business.
Vincent: What exactly are you talking about?
Jules: Nothing to say. Time to work.
Vincent: Stop going around, you said, what did you say?
Jules (meaning work): Do you want to do this?
Vincent: I want you to repeat what you just said.
Jules: The door will open in 30 seconds, keep calm.
Vincent: ---I'm prepared ---
Jules: ---Fuck it. Don't think about those things anymore, and behave like a battle-tested one.
8. Interior view apartment (room 49) In the morning,
three young men are sitting at a table with hamburgers, French fries and soda on the table.
One of them pulled the eye-catching latch on the door and opened the door. Jules and Vincent in the porch appeared in front of him.
Jules: Hey, kid.
The two wandered in.
The three were at a loss. They were -
Marvin, the black man, who opened the door. As the plot developed, he shrank into the corner.
Roger, a white-skinned blond boy with a "gull" hairstyle, has not spoken before, sitting at the dining table, holding a big, poor-quality hamburger.
Brett, white, dressed and looks like a preparatory student, with his hair neatly blown.
Vincent and Jules controlled the situation, both of them put their hands in their pockets. Question by Jules——
Jules: How is the food?
No one answered.
Jules (to Brett): I want to ask you something.
Brett: Good food.
While Jules and Brett were talking, Vincent walked behind the three young men.
Jules: Do you know who we are?
Brett (shaking his head): I don't know.
Jules: We are your partners, friends of Marcellus Wallace. You must remember your partners, don't you?
No one answered.
Jules (to Brett): Let me guess boldly: You are Brett, right?
Brett: This is Brett.
Jules: I guess you are. Then you must remember your partner Marcellus, don’t you remember, Brett?
Brett: Remember.
Jules: Very good. It seems that Vincent and I interrupted your breakfast. I'm so sorry. what are you eating?
Brett: Hamburger.
Jules: Hamburger. A breakfast with all the nutrients in one. What burger?
Brett: Cheeseburger.
Jules: No. I mean where did you buy it? McDonald's, Wendy, "Jack in the Box", where did you buy it?
Brett: Big "Kahuna" Burger.
Jules: Big "Kahuna" Burger. Of Hawaii Group. I heard that their burger tastes good, but I have never eaten it before. How does it taste?
Brett: It's delicious.
Jules: Do you mind if I try one?
Brett: I don't mind.
Jules: This is yours, right?
Brett: Yes.
Jules grabbed a hamburger and took a bite.
Jules: Uh... it's a delicious burger. (To Vincent) Vincent, have you ever eaten a big "Kahuna" burger?
Vincent: No.
Jules went on to eat a burger.
Jules: You must want to have a bite, it's really delicious.
Vincent, I'm not hungry.
Jules: If you like burgers, you can't miss it. I rarely eat burgers because my girlfriend is a vegetarian. This kind of made me a vegetarian too, but I do like delicious burgers. (To Brett) Do you know how to say a quarter pound cheeseburger in France?
Brett: I don't know.
Jules: Tell him, Vincent.
Vincent: Big cheeseburger.
Jules: Big cheeseburger, do you know why you say that?
Brett: Because the decimal system is used there?
Jules: You are so knowledgeable, Brett. You're fucking smart, you're right. It is decimal. (Pointing to a fast food drink cup) What's in it?
Brett: Sprite.
Jules: Sprite, yes, I just want to have a hamburger, do you mind?
Brett: Whatever.
Jules grabbed the cup and took a sip.
Jules: Uh... that's great! (To Roger) You, combing the head of "Flock of Gulls", do you know why we are here?
Roger (nodding): I know.
Jules: Then don't you tell my companion Vincent, where did you hide things?
Marvin: Below —
Jules: — I remember not asking you. (To Roger) Where is it?
Roger: Under the bed.
Vincent walked to the bed, reached under the bed, and pulled out a black briefcase.
Vincent: I found it.
Vincent pulled the locks on both sides and opened the box. We can't see what's inside, but we can see the light shining slightly from the box. Vincent stared at the contents, stunned.
Jules: Satisfied?
Vincent was stunned and didn't answer him.
Jules: Satisfied?
Vincent (closes the box): Satisfied.
Brett (to Jules): Sorry, what do you call you? I know his name is Vincent, how do I call you?
Jules: My name is "Abyss", don't try to escape from it.
Brett: I just want you to know that we all knew we were wrong. That thing bothered us and Mr. Wallace. We were involved in this incident, but with the best wishes ---
Brett When he said this, Jules took out his gun and shot Roger three times in the chest, knocking him off his seat.
Vincent smiled casually. Jules put on an imposing look.
Brett wetted his pants. He didn't cry or bark, but he was desperate, as if it was him who was hit.
Jules (to Brett): Oh, sorry. Excuse me? I did not do it on purpose. please continue. I listened to what you were saying "the best wishes."
Brett couldn't say a word.
Jules: What's wrong? Oh, that's it. It's time for me to refute. Can you describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like?
Brett was still speechless.
Jules savagely overturned the table, sweeping away the only barrier between him and Brett. Brett sat in a lonely chair, facing Jules, like a political prisoner facing a judge.
Jules: Which country are you from?
Brett (scared silly): What?
Jules: I don't know of a country called "what"! "What" does the country speak English?
Brett (almost collapsed): What?
Jules: Speak English————Fuck————Can————Speak————English————?
Brett: Yes.
Jules: Do you know what I said?
Brett: I know.
Jules: Then you describe the appearance of Marcellus Wallace!
Brett (extremely fearful): What?
Jules pressed his Dot 45 automatic barrel tightly against Brett's cheek.
Jules: Say "what" again! Come, say "what" again! You fucking dare to say "what" again and try it!
Brett can no longer think about the problem.
Jules: Tell me what Marcellus Wallace looks like!
Brett is doing his best---
Brett: He is... He is...
Negro—— Jules: —— Continue!
Brace: He is... he is... taller——-
Jules:————Does he look like a bitch?
Brett (without thinking): What?
Jules cast his gaze on Vincent, Vincent smiled triumphantly, Jules retracted his gaze and shot Brett in the shoulder.
Brett screamed, convulsed in the chair, and shook into a ball.
Jules: Does he---like---looks-like---bitch?
Brett (painfully): Not like it.
Jules: Then why do you want to fuck him like a bitch? !
Brett (convulsing): I don't (voice diminishing).
Jules: You have, Brett. You want to fuck him. Have you read the Bible, Brett?
Brett (convulsing): I've read it.
Jules: There is an article in my mind that fits the current situation: Isiji Chapter 25, verse 17: The path of the upright is surrounded by all kinds of selfish ghosts and thugs. He has a kind and kind heart, and is a shepherd in a dark valley. Although he is sincere, he has lost his brothers and his children. I can only use my anger to fight back those who poisoned and destroyed my brother. You will know that I am God, when my revenge comes on you.
The two shot at Brett who was sitting at the same time, until the barrel of the gun was lighted.
After a burst, the body full of bullet holes stood upright for a moment, before falling down from the chair.
Everything returned to calm.
Marvin, who shrank in the corner, grumbled and made a sound——
Marvin: Oh my god... my god... it's a mess... my god, it's cruel...
Vincent (pointing to Marvin): you friend?
Jules: Yes, Marvin — Vincent — Vincent — Marvin.
Vincent: Tell him to shut up, muttering makes me nervous.
Jules: Marvin, if I were you, shut up.
Then, the bathroom door was suddenly knocked open, and a fourth person rushed out, who was about the same age as the other three, holding a big silver guy in his hand.
The camera pushed him to the middle shot.
Fourth: Go to die... Go to die... Go to die... Go to die... Go to die!
The cannon in the hands of the fourth man blasted towards Vincent and Jules. He yelled and avenged frantically until the bullets ran out.
Then... the expression on his face changed completely. From "I want revenge" to "inexplicable".
The fourth person: I really don't understand --- the
fourth person was hit by a bullet, thrown out of the screen, and died.
No one in the picture. (Fade to black) The
caption appeared on the shady screen-
"Vincent Vega and Marcellus Wallace's Wife". (Fading)
9. Medium shot Bach Kulic
We saw Bach Kulic, a white man, 26 years old, a professional boxer. Bach sat at the table, wearing a red and blue middle school student-style sports jacket. It was someone from outside the screen who spoke to him, Marcellus Wallace, the owner of everyone. The black man spoke like a gangster and a king.
Marcellus (outside the picture): I think you will find that ---when all this is over ---I think you will find you bastard smiling. The problem is, Bach, now you have your own ability, but that ability is not permanent, it may be painful. This is an unacceptable fact in life, but it is indeed something you have to face. This circle is full of people who don't know how high the world is. Moreover, even if you have made great achievements, so what? The weight of the champion is as light as a feather. Who fancy it? I suspect you, the champion, can't even apply for a credit card.
One hand pushed an envelope full of money, which was placed on the table in front of Buggy. Buggy picked up the envelope.
Marcellus (outside the picture): Tonight's game, you may feel pain, because you have a strong self-esteem. Fucking self-esteem! If you compete like this, your self-esteem will only make you miserable and useless. From now, a year later, when you are kicking in the Caribbean Sea, you will say, "Marcellus is right."
Buggy: I never doubted it.
Marcellus (outside the picture): You will be knocked down in the fifth round.
Buggy (nodding): I know.
Marcellus (outside the painting): Repeat it!
Buggy: I'm going to be knocked down in the fifth round.
(Cut)
10. Interior car (driving) the day
Vincent Vega looking calm, driving a 1964 Chevrolet with an annual output of cherry-colored convertible car. Country rock music is playing on the radio. The background is a variety of street scenes on the side of the road.
11. Location Sally Leroy Bar During the day,
Sally Leroy Bar is a big bar owned by Marcellus.
Vincent's car drove into the parking space and parked next to a white Honda.
Vincent knocked on the door. The door was unlocked, opened the door, and saw the person in the room, a neatly dressed little man: British David. David is not a real Englishman. He is a young black man from Baldwin Park and runs several clubs under Marcellus. Sally Leroy is one of them.
British David: Vincent Vega, a friend from the Dutch capital, come in.
Vincent walked in, carrying the black briefcase—the one that Vincent and Jules found in the apartment in the last scene. The Englishman David closed the door to the camera.
12. Interior view Sally Leroy Bar During the
daytime, at this hour, the bar is empty and there are no people. The Englishman David walked to the bar, Vincent followed.
Vincent: Where's the big brother?
British David: He handles business over there.
From Vincent's point of view: Bach is shaking hands with a big man with his back facing us.
The big man is the evil Marcellus who has never seen his face.
David, British (outside the painting): Wait for him for a while, when the white man is gone, you'll pass. I make you a cup of coffee?
Vincent: It should be lighter.
British David: Just fine. I heard that you are going to date Mia tomorrow?
Vincent: It was Marcellus's order.
British David: Have you met Mia?
Vincent: Not yet.
The Englishman David smiled casually.
Vincent: What's so funny?
British David: Nothing.
Vincent: I am not an idiot. She is the wife of the older brother. I just sit opposite her, shut up and eat, listen to her jokes, laugh, that's all.
British David put the poured coffee in front of Vincent ---
British David: My name is Paul, and that is between you.
Buggy walked to the bar, next to Vincent. Vincent is drinking coffee.
Buggy (to British David): Are there any Red Apple cigarettes?
British David: The filter?
Buggy: No.
When Buggy waited for David to bring the cigarette, Vincent took a sip of coffee and looked at Buggy. Buggy looked back at Vincent ---
Buggy: What's so nice, friend?
Vincent: I'm not your friend, dumb boxer.
Buggy was irritated by Vincent's attitude ---
Buggy: What did you say?
Vincent: I thought you heard it very clearly.
Bach turned to Vincent, at this
moment --- Marcellus (outside the picture): Vincent Vega has come, come here!
Vincent stepped out of the screen and didn't look at Buggy again. Our camera was pushed towards Bach, he was the only one left in the frame, and it seemed that he was ready to teach that kid's rudeness.
From Bucky's point of view: Vincent hugged tightly and kissed Marcellus, the big man who still didn't show his face.
Buggy made a wise judgment: this bastard is a friend of Marcellus, it's best not to worry about him — at least for now.
British David (outside the picture): A pack of red apples, one piece and five.
Buggy interrupted his thoughts. He paid David the British and walked out of the picture.
(Fade in)
13. Interior view of Lance's house (kitchen) The
camera moves towards Jodi at night .
At a glance, she knew she was a fashionable woman.
She has five holes in each of her ears. She had holes in her lips, eyelids, and nose.
Jody: ...Lend it to you. It will look good after piercing.
Jody, Vincent and a young woman named Tredy were sitting at the table in the kitchen of a residence in the suburbs. Vincent sat at the same table with them, but Vincent did not participate in the conversation.
Tredy: Do you know how they used that gun to pierce their ears? Didn’t they use that gun to pierce your nipple?
Jody: Don't mention the gun. The beautiful feeling of the piercing completely destroyed the gun. All the piercings on my body, there are 16 in total, each of which is pierced with a needle. There are five in each ear, one on the left breast nipple, one on the right nostril, one on the left eyelid, one on the lips, and one on the clitoris. I have sheep's eye circles on my tongue.
Vincent seemed casual, but he noticed the last sentence ---
Vincent (interrupting): Sorry, interrupt. I'm just curious, what's the use of wearing a sheep's eye ring on my tongue?
Jody looked at him, then replied disdainfully, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world ---
Jody: Sexy. Helps increase sexiness.
Vincent never thought about this, but he couldn't deny the role of sheep's eye circles. Jody continued the conversation with Tredy, while Vincent began to ponder what she had just said.
14. Interior view of Lance's bedroom At night
Lance, almost 30 years old, has a rough appearance that matches his rough personality. He has been selling drugs since he was an adult, has never had a formal career, has never paid taxes, and has never been arrested. He wore a "fast rider" crew neck shirt with a red flannel shirt over the outside.
There were three packs of heroin on Lance's bed.
Lance and Vincent stood by the bed.
Lance: This package is from Mexico, which is very good. This bag is a bit different, but it's also good. This one was shipped from the Harz Mountains in Germany. The first two prices are the same, 45 yuan an ounce — the price to friends — but this one (pointing to the third package)...a bit more expensive. 55 yuan. But if you try it, you know that the money is not in vain. The first two are no problem. It's all genuine, absolutely genuine. But this is no trivial matter.
Vincent: Don't forget, I just came back from Amsterdam.
Lance: Am I a liar? Don't forget, you are in my house. Those white people who can tell the difference between good and bad will recognize my goods. Damn, what does Amsterdam have to do with me?
Vincent: It's too interesting to say that.
Lance: This is not Amsterdam, Vincent. People waiting to buy are everywhere. Cocaine, like disco, is out of date. Heroin is making a comeback. What is popular now is the trend of the 70s. Heroin is on fire.
Vincent took out a thick roll of money ---
Vincent: Give me three hundred dollars, the best kind. If it's as good as you said, let's buy another one thousand yuan.
Lance: I hope it will be available by then. What do you think of Tredy? She doesn't have a boyfriend, so stay and play together.
Vincent: Which is Tredy? The one with things on his face?
Lance: No, that's Jody. It's my wife.
Vincent and Lance giggled.
Vincent: I'm about to go somewhere else. Had an appointment for dinner. Say it another day?
Lance: No problem.
Vincent took out the tool box (injection equipment).
Vincent: Do you mind if I get an injection here?
Lance: Please do it yourself.
Vincent: Thank you.
Vincent took out the syringe from the box and continued to chat while giving the injection.
Lance: Still driving your original car?
Vincent: You didn't know it was taken by someone?
Lance: How did you do it?
Vincent: I was dyed.
Lance: Oh, it's unfortunate. Tell me what's going on.
Vincent: I kept it for three years, and just took it out for five days --- five days, and it was spent by those fucking bastards.
Lance: Really deserve to be killed. Execution directly without trial.
Vincent said while burning heroin ---
Vincent: I'm looking forward to catching them, understand? No matter what the price is paid, the bastard must be caught. When I get him, I let him go around without eating. Do you know what I mean?
Lance: You don't want to mess with other people's cars.
Close-up shot—the needle goes into Vincent’s vein.
Close-up shot—blood—flows into the needle tube and is mixed with heroin.
A close-up of Vincent's thumb-pushing down the syringe.
(Cut in)
15. Exterior view of Marcellus Wallace's house At night
Vincent walked along the driveway in front of Marcellus's house. When he walked to the door, he heard the sound of music coming from the room, and a note was stuck on the door. He tore off the note.
Close-up shot — note — “Hi, Vincent, I’m changing my clothes. The door is unlocked. Come in and have a drink. Mia”
Vincent carefully folded the note and put it in his pocket. He took a breath casually, and then turned the door handle.
16. Interior view of Marcellus Wallace's home When
Vincent walked into the house at night , the music behind the door rushed towards him, with a strong rhythm. Vincent put his hand in his pocket, pacing casually, and looked around at the boss's house.
Vincent (yelling): Hello! I am coming!
We heard the sound of opening the door, and Vincent turned around looking for it.
17. Interior locker room At night
we saw the room where music is played. In the foreground is Mia Wallace, who is facing us with her naked back, and she is speaking to Vincent into the microphone on the door. The door covered Mia, and Vincent couldn't see her.
Mia: Vincent Vega?
Vincent: This is Vincent, is this Mia?
Mia: It's me, nice to meet you. I'm still changing clothes. The bar is on your left, just across the kitchen. Have a drink first, sit in the living room, and I'll be right there.
Vincent: Don't worry.
Mia closed the door. The camera cut back to Vincent before she completely turned around to let us see her face clearly.
Vincent stood there, surrounded by music, and Vincent stared at the closed door. The camera slowly moved closer to the door.
Slowly pushing from the middle shot to Vincent's close-up, he kept wondering what was over there.
Freezing the close-up shot, Vincent walked out of the screen, no longer pursuing the matter over the door.
Vincent walked to the bar and poured himself a drink.
Accompanied by music, shots of Mia and Vincent are interspersed back and forth.
Mia took out the pre-selected clothes from the closet.
Vincent took the wine and walked to the living room.
Mia turned her back to the camera, dressed in beautiful clothes, and stood in front of the mirror. The camera moves towards her, but her face is still not visible.
Close-up — Mia’s photo — hung on the wall in the living room. The photo shows Mia lying reclining on the sofa, very sexy.
Take Vincent from a higher angle - he is looking up at the photo.
Close-up-Mia used a credit card to split the cocaine on the dressing table into strips.
Vincent sat on a comfortable cotton-covered sofa.
Close-up—Mia’s nose—sucking cocaine divided into strips on a hundred-dollar bill.
Vincent sat on the sofa with a wine glass. The music stopped abruptly.
Close-up—the CD player is turned on—Mia’s hand reaches in and takes out the record.
Mi Ya walked out of the dressing room barefoot, the camera followed her barefoot, tracking and shooting, through the dining room, kitchen, and into the living room.
The image in the video camera lens --- Mia used the camera to shoot Vincent sitting on the sofa. Vincent looked up at her.
Mia (outside the painting): Smile, you are in my camera!
Vincent: Are you ready?
Mia (outside the painting): Not ready yet. I plan to interview you first. Do you have anything to do with Susanna Vega?
Vincent: Oh, she is my cousin.
Mia (outside the painting): Is that Susanna Vega who sings folk songs your cousin?
Vincent: Susanna Vega is my cousin. Whether she is a folk singer or not, I don't know at all.
Mia (outside the picture): I thought about a few questions and asked you. From your answers, I can guess what kind of person I will have dinner with. I always think that when it comes to important questions, there are only two answers. For example, there are two kinds of people in the world, those who like Elvis and those who like the Beatles. Those who like the Beatles can like Elvis, and those who like Elvis can like the Beatles. However, no one will confuse them. So, you must make a choice, your choice will tell me what kind of person you are.
Vincent: I understand what you mean.
Mia (outside the painting): I knew you would understand. The first question, brandy or bird?
Vincent: Of course it is a bird, how can these two speak the same day.
Mia (outside the painting): Which character do you like in the book "The Rich and Poor", Pete or Nick?
Vincent: Of course it's Nick.
Mia (outside the painting): If you were Archie, who would you go with, Betty or Veronica?
Vincent: Betty. Veronica has no attraction to me.
Mia (outside the picture): Have you ever imagined being beaten by a woman?
Vincent: I thought about it.
Mia (outside the painting): Who?
Vincent: Emma Peel in The Avengers. It was the rough girl who lived with Brown in the past. And Ellen Motica.
Mia (outside the painting): Who is Ellen Motica?
Vincent: You don't know the girl in the sixth grade.
Close-up—Mia—putting down the camera, we could see her face clearly for the first time. Seeing her face, we knew exactly why Marcellus acted like this. Mia showed a charming smile.
Mia: Let's go eat.
18. Outdoor scene Big Hare Restaurant Evening In the
past 6 years, small restaurants in the 1950s style have spread all over Latin America, competing with Thai restaurants.
19. Interior view of Big Hare Restaurant at night
Compared with the interior of the restaurant, its exterior is more like an old-fashioned British pub. The walls are covered with movie posters from the 1950s. The seats in the bar were disassembled and assembled by cars from the 1950s.
In the center of the bar is the dance floor. On the wall, there was a big and eye-catching word "No shoes allowed." Therefore, people who want to dance Bab can only dance with bare feet or wearing socks.
Looking out of the window, what I saw was not the street, but the street scene in the 1950s shown in the video of the bar, as well as the Mercedes-Benz BMW. Both waiters and waitresses imitated the costumes of the 1950s idols: Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, Donna Ray, Martin and Levi's, as well as the dwarf who served Philip Morris.
Vincent and Mia’s seat was modified by a red Ezer made in 1959. They are ordering.
Batty (their waiter) walked towards them, with a big round sign pinned on his chest, and said: "Hi, I am Batty, I am very happy to serve you."
Batty: Hi, I am Batty. What?
Vincent: I want Douglas steak.
Batty: Do you want the cooked one or the bloody raw row?
Vincent: It's going to be bloody. A glass of vanilla coke.
Batty: How about you, soda whiskey?
Mia: I want Duwood Burger — bloody — and a five-dollar milkshake.
Batty: What do you add to the milkshake?
Mia: Martin and Levis.
Vincent: What you just wanted was a five-yuan milkshake?
Mia: Of course.
Vincent: Milkshake? The kind of milk and ice cream.
Mia: Uh.
Vincent: Is it worth five yuan?
Batty: Yes.
Vincent: No bourbon or anything else in it?
Batty: Don't mix.
Vincent: Just ask.
Batty stepped back.
Vincent looked around. Some yuppies are dancing, and others are chewing juicy big burgers. The waiters each played their own roles: Marilyn who screamed loudly, the dwarf who served Philip Morris, Donna who was pouring milk for the guests, and Dean and Jerry who acted as harlequins.
Mia: What do you think?
Vincent: It's really like an activity wax museum here.
Vincent took out the tobacco bag and began to cigarette.
Mia looked at him for a while, and then ---
Mia: What are you rolling?
Vincent: Cigarettes.
Mia: Roll it here?
Vincent: It's just smoke.
Mia: Oh. Since it is a cigarette, can you roll one for me, cowboy?
Vincent (after rolling): Give this one to you, Cowgirl.
He passed the cigarette. She took it and held it between her lips.
Vincent handed over the lighter and lit Mia's cigarette.
Mia: Thank you.
Vincent: Nothing.
He rolled himself again.
At this time, there was the rumbling of the subway, which shook the restaurant. Marilyn Monroe ran onto a square floor, and at the vent, a virtual subway whizzed past, blowing her white short skirt up, exposing her thighs, and Marilyn Monroe let out a scream.
The camera returns to Mia and Vincent.
Mia: Marcellus told me that you just came back from Amsterdam.
Vincent: Yes. I heard that you acted in an experimental drama.
Mia: I only acted for 15 minutes.
Vincent: What did you play?
Mia: It's a female movie called "Five Fox Force Group".
Vincent: What's the name.
Mia: "Five Fox Force Group". Fox, it means that we are a group of cunning girls. Strength means that we can't ignore it. Five, on behalf of us one...two...three...four, a total of five people. The blonde Semima O’Neal is our captain. There is also a Japanese girl, a black girl, a French girl, I play a dark-skinned black-haired girl. We all have unique skills. Somer has an extraordinary memory, Japanese girls are martial arts masters, black girls are sabotage experts, French girls are good at sex...
Vincent: What about your expertise?
Mia: Knife technique. My role is Rofin Michael, and I grew up in a circus. So, when I grow up, I will perform swordsmanship. In this play, she regards the knife as important as her own life. Since she grew up in a circus, she can also play some stunts. Become magic, swing high-when you perform tasks, you will never think that the performance of swing high will come in handy sooner or later. And she learned a lot of jokes from her grandfather, who is a juggler. If our film is selected, they will have to make some jokes in every episode, and it is up to me to tell the jokes.
Vincent: Do you remember those jokes?
Mia: I only had a chance to talk about one, because we only shot one episode.
Vincent: Tell me about it.
Mia: No, an old joke.
Vincent: Don't refuse, let's talk.
Mia: No, if you don't like listening, I will be embarrassed.
Vincent: You can tell it in front of 50 million people, why can't you tell it to me? I promise not to laugh at you.
Mia (laughs): This is what I worry about.
Vincent: I didn't mean that, you know.
I mean I won't laugh at you.
Mia: You won't laugh at me, you didn't mean that just now, Vincent. I will never tell it to you, it makes people's appetite too high.
Vincent: Damn it.
Batty brought a drink. Mia bit the straw in the milkshake glass.
Mia: It's delicious!
Vincent: Can I take a breath? I want to know exactly what the flavor of a five-dollar milkshake is.
Mia: Feel free to taste. (Pushing the milkshake in front of him) I can use my straw, I don't have AIDS.
Vincent laughed ---
Vincent: Really, but I might have.
Mia: But I can handle it.
Vincent (takes a sip): That's great! This milkshake is damn good.
Mia: I said it earlier.
Vincent: I don't know if it's worth five yuan, but it's really delicious.
He pushed the milkshake back to Mia.
So there was an embarrassing silence between them for the first time.
Mia: Don’t you find it annoying?
Vincent: What do you hate?
Mia: An embarrassing silence. Do we have to talk nonsense here for comfort?
Vincent: I don't know.
Mia: When you meet someone special and you shut up and do not speak, you will share a comforting silence.
Vincent: I think we are not there yet. But it doesn't feel bad, we just meet each other.
Mia: Let me tell you. I'll go to the bathroom to add some makeup. You sit here and think about the topic.
Vincent: I will.
20. Interior view of the Big Hare Restaurant (women's bathroom) At night,
Mia sucked the split cocaine on the washstand and got a nose with white powder. Her head jerked back.
Mia (makes a wolf expression): Damn it!
21. Interior view of the Great Hare Restaurant (dining area)
Vincent was eating Douglas steak with relish in the evening .
Look around the restaurant while eating.
Mia returned to her seat.
Mia: If you come out of the bathroom and find something delicious waiting, are you happy?
Vincent: It's good if you can eat it. Batty's service is not very attentive. We should sit by Marilyn Monroe.
Mia: Which one? There are two Marilyn Monroe.
Vincent: No, not two. (Pointing to Marilyn in a white dress standing at another table) That is Marilyn Monroe... (Pointing to a blond waiter again, wearing a tight sweater and capri pants) That is Ma M. Vandolen. I didn't see Janeman Shifei, maybe she is off work tonight.
Mia: You are very smart.
Vincent: Sometimes.
Mia: Have you come up with a topic?
Vincent: Actually, I have a question to ask you. However, I think you are a good person and don't want to hurt your feelings.
Mia: Oh... this is not your style. It seems you really have something to say.
Vincent: As long as you promise not to blame me.
Mia: That won't work. I don't know what you are asking. You can ask whatever you want. My immediate reaction is probably to blame you. Then I unknowingly broke my promise.
Vincent: Then assume that I didn't say it.
Mia: How is that possible. It is a waste of effort to make people forget such a tempting topic.
Vincent: Do you really want me to ask?
Mia (nodding): Yes.
Mia: And the less you ask, the more exciting.
Vincent: What do you think about Antwan?
Mia: Who is Antwan?
Vincent: "Nigga Lodge".
Mia: He fell through the window.
Vincent: That's an argument. Another way of saying it is: he was thrown out. There is another saying: he was thrown out by Marcellus. Some people even say that Marcellus threw him through the window because of you.
Mia: Is that true?
Vincent: I don't know, I just heard that.
Mia: Who told you?
Vincent: Someone else.
Mia and Vincent both laughed.
Mia: Did they say something else?
Vincent: Of course they said a lot.
Mia: Don't be embarrassed, Vincent, what else did they say?
Vincent hesitated to answer.
Mia: Let me help you say, is it mixed with foul language?
Vincent: No. They just said that Rocky massaged your feet.
Mia: And...
Vincent: Nothing, that's all.
Mia: You heard that because Rocky massaged my feet, Marcellus threw him out of the window on the fourth floor?
Vincent: Yes.
Mia: Do you believe it?
Vincent: When others told me, I thought it made sense.
Mia: Because I massaged my feet, I was thrown off the fourth floor. Do you still think it makes sense?
Vincent: No, that would be too much. But this does not mean that there is no such thing. I heard that Marcellus was very protective of you.
Mia: It's one thing to be a husband's protection of his wife, but it's another thing to kill someone because someone else touches his wife's feet.
Vincent: Is there such a thing?
Mia: Antwan touched my hand only when he shook hands with me. I only met him once—at my wedding—and never saw him again. The fact is: no one knows why Marcellus threw Rocky out except Marcellus and Rocky. But you gang of bad guys together are no better than long-tongue women.
Vincent: Are you crazy?
Mia: Not crazy at all. (Sucked a five-yuan milkshake) Thank you.
Vincent: Thank me for what?
Mia: Thank you for asking my attitude on this matter.
At this time, ancient and beautiful wind music came from the record player.
Mia: I want to dance.
Vincent: I'm not good at jumping.
Mia: Don't fool me. I promise Marcellus told you that he wanted you to take me out to play and let me do whatever I wanted. Now I want to dance.
Vincent smiled and began to take off his shoes. Mia threw off her shoes triumphantly. They enter the dance floor hand in hand. Mia, who dances on a swing, is like a sexy cat. Other people on the dance floor also wanted to dance with this tune, but Vincent and Mia’s dance gestures made it difficult for others to join. When the two of them hummed together to the rhythm of the music, they undoubtedly shared the sense of rhythm and laughter together.
22. Interior view The
front door of Marcellus's house was slammed open at night . Mia and Vincent stepped into the house dancing tango while singing the music played in the previous scene. They stopped the steps that were not considered dance steps and smiled. Then, the two people just stood there looking at each other face to face.
Vincent: Was it better than that embarrassing silence?
Mia: I don't know what it just meant. (Pause) Music and wine!
Vincent hung his coat on a large copper hanger by the wall.
Vincent: Let me go and make it easier.
Mia: I don't want to know so much, just go.
Vincent shuffled towards the toilet with his feet.
Mia walked to the CD player, rummaged through the stack of records with her thumb, and picked out a disc. Loud music erupted from the loudspeaker, and she jumped all over the room, unknowingly jumping to the hanger where Vincent was hanging his coat. She touched the sleeve of her dress. It feels good. She put her hand into the pocket of her clothes and took out a bag of tobacco. Like a little girl playing a cowboy, she spread the tobacco on a rolled paper. Imitate Vincent's earlier practice, roll the paper into a tube, and roll it into a very good cigarette. Maybe the smoke is a bit thicker, but it's not bad the first time it's rolled like this. She reached into her pocket again and took out the Zippo lighter. She slapped the lighter on her leg, trying to light up like Vincent. Believe it, she actually hit it! Mia looked content. She proudly put the flames close to the cigarette, lit her thick cigarette, and then turned off the lighter with a loud "slap".
Mia held the cigarette she rolled between her lips and took a long sip. Her hand quickly put the lighter back into the pocket of the coat. But she didn't withdraw her hand right away, she touched something. The finger pulled out a plastic bag of white powder, which was the crazy bag Vincent had bought from Lance earlier. Mia smiled and brought the heroin to her eyes.
Mia (just like someone said "Look!" in surprise): Disco! Vincent, you little kola, you still play this trick with me.
(Switch)
23. Interior bathroom (at Marcellus's house) In the evening
Vincent stood in front of the sink, washing his hands while talking to himself in the mirror ---
Vincent: Take a drink and leave. Don't be rude, drink it quickly, say goodbye, go out, get in the car, and leave.
In the living room, Mia put the white powder on the glass plate of the coffee table and cut it into thick strips; she had never seen this kind of white powder before. She put the white powder on a hundred-yuan bill and sucked it quickly.
(Switch)
Her head jerked back. She touched her nose with her hand (it felt like her nose was on fire), as if something was wrong. Then... the blood came out... In the
bathroom, Vincent continued to talk to the mirror while wiping his hands with a towel —
Vincent:... This is a moral test for yourself. You must remain loyal anyway. Because it makes sense for people to stay loyal to each other.
In the living room, Mia crawled on the floor, trying to crawl to the bathroom, but it seemed that she had fallen apart. Blood dripped from her nostrils. Then, her stomach also reacted and she vomited.
In the bathroom, Vincent continued to say ---
Vincent: Then go out, drink your wine, say "Good night, I had a great time tonight", go home, and get away. These are all you have to do.
Now that Vincent has done some self-encouragement, then, no matter what is waiting for him over the door, he is already fully psychologically prepared. So he went out the door.
In the living room, the camera followed Vincent from the bathroom to the living room. He found Mia lying on the floor like a rag doll. She twisted her face up. Blood and vomit came out of the nose and mouth. Her face was distorted. But the muscles on her face did not tighten due to pain. On the contrary, she lay there quietly with her mouth wide open, relaxed, her chin drooping.
Vincent: Oh my goodness!
He walked towards Mia who was lying on the ground, bent down, put his hand on her neck to check her pulse. She moved a little. Mia realized that Vincent was in front of her, speaking to her.
Vincent (sounds weird): Mia! Mia! In the end what happened?
But Mia could not answer. She murmured a few words, but it was too vague to understand.
Vincent lifted her eyelids and took a look.
Vincent (to himself): I'm dead. (To Mia) Mia! Mia! What did you eat! Tell me sweetheart, what did you eat?
Mia was unable to answer. Vincent slapped himself hard. He suddenly jumped up and ran towards the coat hanging on the hanger. He flipped his pockets frantically. The bag is missing.
Vincent ran back quickly. The camera follows.
Vincent (screaming at Mia): Okay, sweetheart, we will rescue you right away.
Vincent leaned down to pick up Mia's heavy body.
Vincent: Now we stand up, let's go drive. Let's go now, we have to be careful.
The camera followed Vincent, and Vincent hurried forward. Mia had actually lost consciousness. They walked through the room and out the door.
24. Location Vincent’s car runs at full power and
plugs into the car speedometer at night : the red pointer points to 100.
Vincent is like a madman, as if driving in a city without traffic laws.
25. Interior view of Vincent's car (driving) In the evening
, Vincent held the steering wheel tightly with one hand and shifted gears with the other. Except for a quick glance at Mia, he kept staring straight ahead.
Mia opened her mouth with a sagging chin.
Vincent took the phone out of his pocket. Dial a number hard.
26. Interior view of Lance's residence
In the middle of the night, Lance changed from a drug dealer to a man in a bathrobe.
He was sitting on a large comfortable chair, wearing blue sweatpants, a comfortable tattered round neck shirt with "Tafto, California" printed on it, and a terry bathrobe pierced by mites. He brought a bowl of berry oatmeal. A jug of milk was placed on the coffee table in front of him. There were boxes of berry cereals and an ashtray full of cigarette butts.
In front of the table is a large-screen TV, which is showing "Three Clowns", and a wedding is taking place on the screen.
Pastor (TV picture): Hug, new people.
The phone rang.
Lance put down the cereal and walked to the phone.
The phone rang again.
Jody, Lance's wife, was apparently woken up by the phone, and she was yelling from the bedroom —
Jody: Lance! The phone rings!
Lance (answering loudly): I heard it!
Jody: I think you should have told those damn bastards, don't call so late!
Lance (standing by the phone): I told them that I was about to talk to this brat! (To the microphone) Hello, do you know what time it is? Don't call so late.
The camera returned to Vincent in the car. He was like an angry gorilla, smashing the phone on the car.
In the following dialogue, the camera switches back and forth between Lance and Vincent.
Vincent: Lance, this is Vincent, I'm in big trouble. I am rushing towards you.
Lance: Oh, don't get excited, what's the trouble?
Vincent: Do you still have cardiotonic injection?
Lance (begins to understand): Maybe there are.
Vincent: I want to use it now. I have a girl who overdose.
Lance: Don't bring her here! I'm not kidding, don't bring a mess of people to me!
Vincent: I have nowhere to go.
Lance: She is dead?
Vincent: Yes. She is dying.
Lance: Then take the gun, take her to the hospital, and hire a lawyer!
Vincent: No.
Lance: She wasn't my trouble. You made her like this. You are in charge - are you talking to me on your cell phone?
Vincent: I'm sorry.
Lance: I don't know you, who are you, don't come, I'm dead.
Vincent: It's too late, I've already arrived.
At this time, in Lance's house, Vincent heard the sound of a car rushing. Lance hung up the phone, rushed over and yanked the curtain rope. Accompanied by the sound of Vincent's car, the curtains were opened in time, and Lance saw Vincent's car driving onto the lawn in front of the door and rushing towards his house. The window through which Lance looked out was smashed into pieces.
Jody: What is going on?
Lance rushed out the door and ran to the lawn.
27. Location Lance's residence
Vincent has got out of the car at night and is dragging Mia out.
Lance: You don't have a long memory? ! He drove to my house without authorization! You're still talking about drugs on that broken cell phone —
Vincent: If you still want to live, get a shot and give her a shot, this girl is dying!
Lance: Are you deaf? You are not allowed to bring this bad bitch into my house!
Vincent: This bad bitch is Marcellus's wife. If she died in my hands, I would be the culprit. However, before Marcellus executed me, I had to tell him that you could save her, but you let her die on the lawn in front of your door.
28. Interior view of Lance's residence The
camera was taken from Lance and Jody's bedroom at night .
Jody, lying on the bed, lifted the quilt and got up. She was wearing a robe with a portrait of Fred printed on it.
The camera followed her, opened the door, walked through the hallway, and walked into the living room.
Jody: It's only half past one in the morning! What are you tossing about?
Jody entered the living room and saw Vincent and Lance standing beside Mia, who was lying in the middle of the floor.
From then on, everything in the scene is frantic, like the emergency room in the documentary. The biggest difference is that the people here don't know what they are doing.
Jody: Who is she?
Lance looked up at Jody.
Lance: Go and fetch the black box in the bedroom where the cardiotonic is placed.
Jody: What happened to her?
Vincent: She overdose.
Jody: Get her out quickly!
Lance and Vincent (in unison): Go get the cardiotonic!
Jody: Don't yell at me!
She turned around angrily and went to the bedroom to find injections.
The camera is aimed at Lance and Vincent.
Vincent (to Lance): You are really a natural pair.
Lance: Listen, keep talking to her, okay? Jody will get the injection, and I will find a medical book.
Vincent: What do you want a medical book for?
Lance: So I can do as the book says. I have never given a cardiotonic injection before.
Vincent: You have been doing this business for six years. Have you never used it?
Lance: I never used it. I don't deal with these pediatricians, and my friends can take care of themselves.
Vincent: Okay, let's find it.
Lance: I'll go if you ask me to go.
Vincent: I didn't stop you.
Lance: Don't tell me, tell her.
The camera followed Lance out of the living room and into another room —
29. There
were some messy things in the storage room. He writhes in this pile of tatters, repeating endlessly in his mouth: "Come out."
Vincent (outside the picture): Hurry up! She is dying!
Lance (responding loudly): I'm looking for it as soon as possible!
Lance continued to search frantically.
We heard Jody’s voice in the living room, she was talking to Vincent——-
Jody (outside the picture): What is he looking for?
Vincent: I don't know, it may be a medical book.
Jodi's name is Lance ---
Jodi (outside the picture): What are you looking for?
Lance: My black-skinned medical book!
Lance continued to look for, and Jody appeared at the door——-
Jody: What are you looking for?
Lance: My black medical book. Like this textbook for nurses.
Jody: I have never seen any medical books.
Lance: Believe me, I have a copy.
Jody: Since it is such an important book, why don't you put it together with injections?
Lance gave her a fierce look.
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