Pulp Fiction

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.

INT. GARAGE – MORNING

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.

INT. CHEVY NOVA – MORNING

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.

EXT. JIMMIE'S BACKYARD – MORNING

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.

FADE UP ON:

JULES ANDVINCENT

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.

INT. JIMMIE'S GARAGE – MORNING

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.

EXT. MONSTER JOE'S TRUCK AND TOW – MORNING

Jules and Vincent wait by Winston's Porsche.

JULES

We cool?

WINSTON

Like it never happened.

Jules and Vincent bump fists.

WINSTON

Boys, this is Raquel. Someday, all this will be hers.

RAQUEL

(to the boys)

Hi. You know, if they ever do "I SPY: THE MOTION PICTURE," you guys, I'd be great. What's with the outfits. You guys going to a volleyball game?

Winston laughs, the boys groan.

WINSTON

I'm takin' m'lady out to breakfast. Maybe I can drop you two off. Where do you live?

VINCENT

Redondo Beach.

JULES

Inglewood.

Winston grabs Jules' wrist and pantomimes like he's in a "Dead Zone" trance.

WINSTON

(painfully)

It's your future: I see... a cab ride.

(dropping the act)

Sorry guys, move out of the sticks.

(to Raquel)

Say goodbye, Raquel

RAQUEL

Goodbye, Raquel.

WINSTON

I'll see you two around, and stay outta trouble, you crazy kids.

Winston turns to leave.

JULES

Mr. Wolf.

He turns around.

JULES

I was a pleasure watchin' you work.

The Wolf smiles.

WINSTON

Call me Winston.

He turns and banters with Raquel as they get in the Porsche.

WINSTON

You hear that, young lady? Respect. You could lean a lot from those two fine specimens. Respect for one's elders shows character.

RAQUEL

I have character.

WINSTON

Just because you are a character doesn't mean you have character.

RAQUEL

Oh you're so funny, oh you're so funny.

The Porsche SHOOTS OFF down the road.

The two men left alone look at each other.

JULES

Wanna share a cab?

VINCENT

You know I could go for some breakfast. What to have breakfast with me?

JULES

Sure.

INT. COFFEE SHOP – MORNING

Jules and Vincent sit at a booth. In front of Vincent is a big stack of pancakes and sausages, which he eats with gusto. Jules, on the other hand, just has a cup of coffee and a muffin. He seems far away in thought. The Waitress pours a refill for both men.

VINCENT

Thanks a bunch.

(to Jules, who's nursing his coffee)

Want a sausage?

JULES

Naw, I don't eat pork.

VINCENT

Are you Jewish?

JULES

I ain't Jewish man, I just don't dig on swine.

VINCENT

Why not?

JULES

They're filthy animals. I don't eat filthy animals.

VINCENT

Sausages taste good. Pork chops taste good.

JULES

A sewer rat may taste like pumpkin pie. I'll never know 'cause even if it did, I wouldn't eat the filthy motherfucker. Pigs sleep and root in shit. That's a filthy animal. I don't wanna eat nothin' that ain't got enough sense to disregard its own feces.

VINCENT

How about dogs? Dogs eat their own feces.

JULES

I don't eat dog either.

VINCENT

Yes, but do you consider a dog to be a filthy animal?