Quentin Tarantino's

CUT FROM FREDDY IN THE BACKSEAT TO:

49 INT. NICE GUY EDDIE'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY

Mr. Pink is behind the wheel, Nice Guy Eddie is in the

passenger seat going through the satchel with the

diamonds. Mr. White is in the backseat. The car is

SPEEDING back to the garage.

EDDIE

(looking through the

case)

You know, all things considered,

this was pretty successful.

MR. WHITE

I don't believe you just said

that.

EDDIE

No, it was messy as hell, but do

you realize how much you got away

with? There's over two million

dollars worth of diamonds here.

MR. PINK

I love this guy.

EDDIE

Hey, what's done is done. We can

all sit around and have a big cry

about it or we can deal with the

situation at hand.

MR. WHITE

The situation as hand isn't that

fuckin satchel. You and Joe have

a responsibility to your men.

EDDIE

Hey, it's the best I could do.

MR. WHITE

The man is fucking dying.

EDDIE

And I'm telling you, Bonnie'll

take care of him.

MR. WHITE

He needs a doctor, not a fuckin

nurse.

EDDIE

Ask me how many doctors I called.

You wanna embarrass yourself, ask

me how many doctors I called.

MR. WHITE

Obviously not enough.

EDDIE

Fuck you! You gotta little black

book, then whip is out. If not,

listen how it is. I called three

doctors and couldn't get through

to shit. Now, time being a

factor, I called Bonnie. Sweet

broad, helluva broad, and a

registered nurse. Told her a

bullshit story, upside: she said

bring him to her apartment.

MR. WHITE

If he dies I'm holding you

personally responsible.

EDDIE

Fuck you buddy boy! Okay, you

wanna play that way. I am

personally leaving myself

vulnerable with this Bonnie

situation. I don't think she'll

call the cops, but I don't know

for sure. But me being too nice-

a-fuckin-guy was willin to risk

it. But no fuckin more.

(he grabs his

portable phone)

I'm callin Bonnie back and tellin

her to forget it. You take care

of your friend, you know so much

about it.

MR. PINK

Goddamnit, will you guys grow up!

EDDIE

I don't need to grow up, my

friend. I am a grown up. I'm

being responsible, I'm taking care

of business.

MR. WHITE

Cut the shit! I don't think you

called anybody except some cooze

you once fucked, who happens to

wear orthopedic shoes. And I

don't think that's good enough

care for a gut-shot man.

EDDIE

Yeah, well I don't give a flying

fuck what you think!

MR. PINK

(to Mr. White)

Look, he's not sayin this bitch is

gonna operate on him. She's gonna

give him better attention than we

can until we can get a doctor.

Nobody's forgotten about doctors.

Joe'll get one in a snap. This is

something we're doing in the

meantime. I think both of you are

actin like a couple of assholes.

EDDIE

Yeah, right. I arrange a nurse, I

leave myself wide open, and I'm an

asshole.

50 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

MEDIUM SHOT on the door. Nice Guy Eddie, Mr. White and

Mr. Pink walk through it. They stop in their tracks.

We see what they see. Mr. Blonde, lying on the ground,

shot full of holes. The cop slumped over in his chair, a

bloody mess, Mr. Orange lying at the cop's feet, holding

his wound. Eddie, Mr. White and Mr. Pink walk into the

shot.

EDDIE

What the fuck happened here?

Eddie runs over to his friend Mr. Blonde/Toothpick Vic.

MR. WHITE

(to Mr. Orange)

What happened?

MR. ORANGE

(very weakly)

Blonde went crazy. He slashed the

cop's face, cut off his ear and

was gonna burn him alive.

EDDIE

(yelling)

Who cares what he was gonna do to

this fuckin pig?

Eddie whips out his gun and SHOOTS the cop. The cop and

the chair tip over. Eddie stands over him and SHOOTS him

once more.

EDDIE

(to Mr. Orange)

You were saying he went crazy?

Something like that? Worse or

better?

MR. ORANGE

Look, Eddie, he was pullin a burn.

He was gonna kill the cop and me.

And when you guys walked through

the door, he was gonna blow you to

hell and make off with the

diamonds.

MR. WHITE

(to Eddie)

Uhuh, uhuh, what's I tell ya?

That sick piece of shit was a

stone cold psycho.

MR. ORANGE

(to Eddie)

You could've asked the cop, if you

didn't just kill him. He talked

about what he was going to do when

he was slicing him up.

EDDIE

I don't buy it. It doesn't make

sense.

MR. WHITE

It makes perfect fuckin sense to

me. Eddie, you didn't see how he

acted during the job, we did.

Mr. Pink walks over to the cop's body.

MR. PINK

He's right about the ear, it's

hacked off.

EDDIE

(to Mr. Orange)

Let me say this out loud, just to

get it straight in my mind.

According to you, Mr. Blonde was

gonna kill you. Then when we came

back, kill us, grab the diamonds,

and scram. That's your story?