Quentin Tarantino's

MR. ORANGE

He's convinced me. Give me my

dollar back.

Everybody laughs. Joe's comes back to the table.

JOE

Okay ramblers, let's get to

rambling. Wait a minute, who

didn't throw in?

MR. ORANGE

Mr. White.

JOE

(to Mr. Orange)

Mr. White?

(to Mr. White)

Why?

MR. ORANGE

He don't tip.

JOE

(to Mr. Orange)

He don't tip?

(to Mr. White)

You don't tip? Why?

MR. ORANGE

He don't believe in it.

JOE

(to Mr. Orange)

He don't believe in it?

(to Mr. White)

You don't believe in it?

MR. ORANGE

Nope.

JOE

(to Mr. Orange)

Shut up!

(to Mr. White)

Cough up the buck, ya cheap

bastard, I paid for your goddamn

breakfast.

MR. WHITE

Because you paid for the

breakfast, I'm gonna tip.

Normally I wouldn't.

JOE

Whatever. Just throw in your

dollar, and let's move.

(to Mr. Blonde)

See what I'm dealing with here.

Infants. I'm fuckin dealin with

infants.

The eight men get up to leave. Mr. White's waist is in

the F.G. As he buttons his coat, for a second we see he's

carrying a gun. They exit Uncle Bob's Pancake House,

talking amongst themselves.

2 EXT. UNCLE BOB'S PANCAKE HOUSE - DAY

CREDIT SEQUENCE:

When the credit sequence is finished, we FADE TO BLACK:

Over the BLACK we hear the sound of SOMEONE SCREAMING in

agony.

Under the screaming, we hear the sound of a car HAULING

ASS, through traffic.

Over the screams and the traffic noise, we hear SOMEBODY

ELSE SAY:

SOMEBODY ELSE (OS)

Just hold on buddy boy.

Somebody stops screaming long enough to say:

SOMEBODY (OS)

I'm sorry. I can't believe

she killed me. Who would've

fuckin thought that?

CUT TO:

3 INT. GETAWAY GAR (MOVING) - DAY

The Somebody screaming is Mr. Orange. He lies in the

backseat. He's been SHOT in the stomach. BLOOD covers

both him and the backseat.

Mr. White is the Somebody Else. He's behind the wheel of

the getaway car. He's easily doing 80 mph, dodging in and

out of traffic. Though he's driving for his life, he

keeps talking to his wounded passenger in the backseat.

They are the only two in the car.

MR. WHITE

Hey, just cancel that shit right

now! You're hurt. You're hurt

really fucking bad, but you ain't

dying.

MR. ORANGE

(crying)

All this blood is scaring the shit

outta me. I'm gonna die, I know

it.

MR. WHITE

Oh excuse me, I didn't realize you

had a degree in medicine. Are you

a doctor? Are you a doctor?

Answer me please, are you a

doctor?

MR. ORANGE

No, I'm not!

MR. WRITE

Ahhhh, so you admit you don't know

what you're talking about. So if

you're through giving me your

amateur opinion, lie back and

listen to the news. I'm taking

you back to the rendezvous, Joe's

gonna get you a doctor, the

doctor's gonna fix you up, and

you're gonna be okay. Now say it:

you're gonna be okay. Say it:

you're gonna be okay!

Mr. Orange doesn't respond. Mr. White starts pounding on

the steering wheel.

MR. WHITE

Say-the-goddamn-words: you're

gonna be okay!

MR. ORANGE

I'm okay.

MR. WHITE

(softly)

Correct.

4 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

The CAMERA does a 360 around an empty warehouse. Then the

door swings open, and Mr. White carries the bloody body of

Mr. Orange inside.

Mr. Orange still is MOANING loudly from his bullet hit.

Mr. White lays him down upon a mattress on the floor.

MR. WHITE

Just hold on buddy boy. Hold on,

and wait for Joe. I can't do

anything for you, but when Joe

gets here, which should be anytime

now, he'll be able to help you.

We're just gonna sit here, and

wait for Joe. Who are

we waiting for?

MR. ORANGE

Joe.

MR. WHITE

Bet your sweet ass we are.

Mr. White gets up from over Mr. Orange and starts to prowl

around the warehouse.

MR. ORANGE

(yelling)

Don't leave me!

Mr White bends back over him and takes his hand.

MR. WHITE

I ain't going anywhere. I'm right

here. I'm not gonna leave ya.

MR. ORANGE

Larry, I'm so scared, would you

please hold me.

Mr. White very gently embraces the bloody Mr. Orange.

Cradling the young man, Mr. White whispers to him.

MR. WHITE

(whispering)

Go ahead and be scared, you've

been brave enough for one day. I

want you to just relax now.

You're not gonna die, you're gonna

be fine. When Joe gets here,

he'll make ya a hundred percent

again.

Mr. White lays Mr. Orange back down on the mattress. He's

still holding his hand. Mr. Orange looks up at his

friend.

MR. ORANGE

Look, I don't wanna be a fly in

the ointment, but if help doesn't

come soon, I gotta see a doctor.

I don't give a fuck about jail, I

just don't wanna die.

MR. WHITE

You're not gonna fucking die, all

right?

MR. ORANGE

I wasn't born yesterday. I'm

hurt, and I'm hurt bad.

MR. WHITE

It's not good...

MR. ORANGE

Hey, bless your heart for what

you're trying to do. I was

panicking for a moment, but I've

got my senses back now. The

situation is, I'm shot in the

belly. And without medical

attention, I'm gonna die.

MR. WHITE

I can' take you to a hospital.

MR. ORANGE

Fuck jail! I don't give a shit

about jail. But I can't die. You

don't have to take me in. Just

drive me up to the front, drop me

on the sidewalk. I'll take care

of myself. I won't tell them

anything. I swear to fucking god,

I won't tell 'em anything. Look

in my eyes, look right in my eyes.

(Mr. White does)

I-won't-tell-them-anything.

You'll be safe.

MR. WHITE

Lie back down, and try to--

MR. ORANGE

I'm going to die! I need a

doctor! I'm begging you,

take me to a doctor.

Mr. Orange lays his head back on the mattress. Spent from

his outburst, he quietly mutters to himself:

MR. ORANGE

Take me to a doctor, take me to a

doctor, please.

Suddenly, the warehouse door BURSTS open and Mr.

Pink steps inside.

MR. PINK

Was that a fucking set-up or what?

Mr. Pink sees Mr. Orange on the floor, shot and bloody.

MR. PINK

Oh fuck, Orange got tagged.

Throughout this scene, we hear Mr. Orange moaning.

MR. WHITE

Gun shot.

MR. PINK

Oh that's just fucking great!

Where's Brown?

MR. WHITE

Dead.

MR. PINK

Goddamn, goddamn! How did he die?

MR. WHITE

How the fuck do you think? The

cops shot him.

MR. PINK

Oh this is bad, this is so bad.

(referring to Mr.

Orange)

Is it bad?

MR. WHITE

As opposed to good?

MR. PINK

This is so fucked up. Somebody

fucked us big time.

MR. WHITE

You really think we were set up?

MR. PINK

You even doubt it? I don't think

we got set up, I know we got set

up! I mean really, seriously,

where did all those cops come

from, huh? One minute they're not

there, the next minute

they're there. I didn't hear any

sirens. The alarm went off, okay.

Okay, when an alarm goes off, you

got an average of four minutes

response time. Unless a patrol

car is cruising that street, at

that particular moment, you got

four minutes before they can

realistically respond. In one

minute there were seventeen blue

boys out there. All loaded for

bear, all knowing exactly what the

fuck they were doing, and they

were all just there! Remember

that second wave that showed up in

the cars? Those were the ones

responding to the alarm. but

those other motherfuckers were

already there, they were waiting

for us.