Quentin Tarantino's

Well, whoever she was, Elois

looked like her. So one night I

walk into the club, and no Elois.

Now the bartender was a wetback,

he was a friend of mine, his name

was Carlos.

So I asked him "Hey, Carlos,

where's Lady E tonight?" Well

apparently Lady E was married to

this real piece of dog shit. I

mean a real animal. And

apparently he would so things to

her.

FREDDY

Do things? What would he do? You

mean like beat her up?

EDDIE

Nobody knows for sure what he did.

We just know he did something.

Anyway, Elois plays it real cool.

And waits for the next time this

bag of shit gets drunk. So one

night the guy gets drunk and

passes out on the couch. So while

the guy's

inebriated, she strips him naked.

Then she takes some crazy glue and

glues his dick to his belly.

The car reacts to how horrible that would be.

EDDIE

I'm dead fuckin serious. She put

some on his dick and some on his

belly, then stuck 'em together.

The paramedics had to come and cut

it loose.

The car reacts badly.

MR. WHITE

Jesus Christ!

FREDDY

You can do some crazy things with

it.

EDDIE

I don't know what he did to her,

but she got even.

MR. WHITE

Was he all pissed off?

MR. PINK

How would you feel if you had to

do a handstand every time you took

a piss.

The car laughs.

42 EXT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

Nice Guy Eddie pulls up outside the warehouse.

The four men climb out of the car and follow Eddie inside.

43 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

The four men enter the building.

At the other end of the warehouse, sitting in chairs, are

Mr. Blonde, Mr. Brown, Mr. Blue and Joe Cabot.

We shoot this from OVERHEAD, looking down on the men.

JOE

(to everybody)

...So they're talkin about how

they get their wives off, and the

French guys says:

(in a bad French

accent)

"All I gotta do is take my pinky

and tickle my Fifi's little oo la

la and she rises a foot off the

bed."

Back to Joe.

So the dago says:

CU ON JOE

JOE

(in a good Brooklyn

accent)

"That's nothin. When I take the

tip of my tongue and wiggle it

against my Mary Louise's little

fun pimple, she rises two feet off

da bed." Then our friend from

Poland says:

(in dumb voice)

"You guys ain't no cocksmen. When

I get through fuckin my Sophie, I

wipe my dick on the curtains and

you know what? She hits the

roof!"

Joe laughs like a crazy man.

JOE

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

We hear a lot of laughing OFF SCREEN.

JOE

Ain't that a masterpiece? Stupid

fuckin Polack, wipes his dick on

the drapes.

Joe's eyes greet the new arrivals.

JOE

You're here, great!

Joe EXITS C.U.

We now have everybody from the Uncle Bob's Pancake House

scene together again. Some sit on folding chairs, some

stand. Joe sits in front of them on the edge of a table.

A blackboard with a layout of the jewelry store is off to

the right.

We do a 360 around the men.

EDDIE

We woulda gotten here sooner, but

we got backed up around La Brea

and Pico.

JOE

No hurry.

(to the boys)

All right, let's get to know one

another. With the exception of

Eddie and myself, who you already

know, you'll be using aliases.

Under no circumstances are you to

tell one another your real name or

anything else about yourself.

That includes where you're from,

your wife's name, where you

might've done time, about a bank

in St. Petersburg you might've

robbed. You guys don't say shit

about who you are, where you been

or what you've done. Only thing

you guys can talk about is what

you're going to do. This way the

only ones who know who the members

of the team are are Eddie and

myself. And that's the way I like

it. Because in the unlikely event

of one of you getting apprehended

by the cops, not that I expect

that to happen - it most

definitely should not happen - it

hasn't happened, you don't have

anything to deal with. You don't

know any names. You know my name,

you know Eddie's name. That I

don't care about. You gotta prove

it. I ain't worried. Besides,

this way you gotta trust me. I

like that. I set this up and

picked the men I wanted for it.

None of you came to me, I

approached all of you. I know

you. I know your work, I know

your reputation. I know you as

men. Except for this guy.

Joe points a finger at Freddy.

Freddy shits a brick.

JOE

But he's OK. If he wasn't OK, he

wouldn't be here. Okay, let me

introduce everybody to everybody.

But once again, at the risk of

being redundant, if I even think I

hear somebody telling or referring

to somebody by their Christian

name...

(Joe searches for the

right words)

...you won't want to be you.

Okay, quickly.

(pointing at the men

as he gives them a

name)

Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde,

Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr.

Pink.

MR. PINK

Why am I Mr. Pink?

JOE

Cause you're a faggot.

Everybody laughs.

MR. PINK

Why can't we pick out our own

colors?

JOE

I tried that once, it don't work.

You get four guys fighting over

who's gonna be Mr. Black. Since

nobody knows anybody else, nobody

wants to back down. So forget it,

I pick. Be thankful you're not

Mr. Yellow.

MR. BROWN

Yeah, but Mr. Brown? That's too

close to Mr. Shit.

Everybody laughs.

MR. PINK

Yeah, Mr. Pink sounds like Mr.

Pussy. Tell you what, let me be

Mr. Purple. That sounds good to

me, I'm Mr. Purple.

JOE

You're not Mr. Purple, somebody

from another job's Mr. Purple.

You're Mr. Pink.

MR. WHITE

Who cares what your name is? Who

cares if you're Mr. Pink, Mr.

Purple, Mr. Pussy, Mr. Piss...

MR. PINK

Oh that's really easy for you to

say, you're Mr. White. You gotta

cool-sounding name. So tell me,

Mr. White, if you think "Mr. Pink"

is no big deal, you wanna trade?

JOE

Nobody's trading with anybody!

Look, this ain't a goddamn fuckin

city counsel meeting! Listen up

Mr. Pink. We got two ways here,

my way or the highway. And you

can go down either of 'em. So

what's it gonna be, Mr. Pink?

MR. PINK

Jesus Christ, Joe. Fuckin forget

it. This is beneath me. I'm Mr.

Pink, let's move on.

CAMERA leaves the team and goes to the blackboard

with the layout of the jewelry store on it.

JOE (OS)

Okay fellas, let's get into this.

CUT TO:

44 EXT. BLEACHERS - DAY

Freddy and Holdaway sit on some bleachers in an empty

little league baseball field.

HOLDAWAY

Okay, we're gonna station men

across the street from Karina's

Fine Jewelry. But their orders

will be not to move in unless the

robbery gets out of control. You

gotta make sure they don't have to

move in. You're inside to make

sure that everything goes

according to Hoyle. We have men

set up a block away from the

warehouse rendezvous. They got

complete visibility of the

exterior. So as soon as Joe Cabot

shows up, we'll see it.

FREDDY

What's your visibility of the

interior?

HOLDAWAY

We can't see shit on the inside.

And we can't risk gettin any

closer for fear they'll spot us.

FREDDY

This is bullshit, Jim. I get all

the fuckin danger of having you

guys in my back pocket but none of

the safety.