Quentin Tarantino's

or arrested. They could be

sweatin 'em, down at the station

house right now. Yeah they don't

know the names, but they can sing

about this place.

I mean, that could be happening

right now. As we speak, the cops

could be in their cars, drivin

here this minute.

MR. WHITE

I swear to god I'm fuckin jinxed.

MR. PINK

What?

MR. WHITE

Two jobs back, it was a four man

job, we discovered one of the team

was an undercover cop.

MR. PINK

No shit?

MR. WHITE

Thank god, we discovered in time.

We hadda forget the whole fuckin

thing. Just walked away from it.

MR. PINK

So who's the rat this time? Mr.

Blue? Mr. Blonde? Joe? It's

Joe's show, he set this whole

thing up. Maybe he set it up to

set it up.

MR. WHITE

I don't buy it. Me and Joe go

back a long time. I can tell ya

straight up, Joe definitely didn't

have anything to do with this

bullshit.

MR. PINK

Oh, you and Joe go back a long

time. I known Joe since I was a

kid. But me saying Joe definitely

couldn't have done it is

ridiculous. I can say I

definitely didn't do it, cause I

know what I did or didn't do. But

I can't definitely say that about

anybody else, 'cause I don't

definitely know. For all I know,

you're the rat.

MR. WHITE

For all I know, you're the rat.

MR. PINK

Now you're using your head. For

all we know, he's the rat.

Mr. Pink points OFFSCREEN to Mr. Orange. Mr. White's

expression changes.

MR. WHITE

Jesus Christ!

11 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

They run over to Mr. Orange, who's unconscious. The

CAMERA hovers over the action. Mr. Pink reaches him

first.

MR. PINK

Is he dead?

Mr. White pushes him out of the way. He feels the pulse

on Mr. Orange's neck.

MR. PINK

So, is he dead or what?

MR. WHITE

He ain't dead.

MR. PINK

So what is it?

MR. WHITE

I think he's just passed out.

MR. PINK

He scared the fuckin shit outta

me. I thought he was dead fer

sure.

Mr. White stands up and walks over to a table.

MR. WHITE

He will be dead fer sure, if we

don't get him to a hospital.

MR. PINK

We can't take him to a hospital.

MR. WHITE

Without medical attention, this

man won't live through the night.

That bullet in his belly is my

fault. Now while that might not

mean jack shit to you, it means a

helluva lot to me. And I'm not

gonna just sit around and watch

him die.

MR. PINK

Well, first things first, staying

here's goofy. We gotta book up.

MR. WHITE

So what do you suggest, we go to a

hotel? We got a guy who's shot in

the belly, he can't walk, he

bleeds like a stuck pig, and when

he's awake, he screams in pain.

MR. PINK

You gotta idea, spit it out.

MR. WHITE

Joe could help him. If we can get

in touch with Joe, Joe could get

him to a doctor, Joe could get a

doctor to come and see him.

During Mr. Pink's dialog, we slowly ZOOM in to a

C.U. of Mr. White.

MR. PINK (OS)

Assuming we can trust Joe, how we

gonna get in touch with him? He's

supposed to be here, but he ain't,

which is making me nervous about

being here. Even if Joe is

on the up and up, he's probably

not gonna be that happy with us.

Joe planned a robbery, but he's

got a blood bath on his hands now.

Dead cops, dead robbers, dead

civilians...Jesus Christ! I tend

to doubt he's gonna have a lot of

sympathy for our plight. If I was

him, I'd try and put as much

distance between me and this mess

an humanly possible.

MR. WHITE

Before you got here, Mr. Orange

was askin me to take him to a

hospital. Now I don't like

turning him over to the cops, but

if we don't, he's dead. He begged

me to do it. I told him to hold

off till Joe got here.

MR. PINK (OS)

Well Joe ain't gettin here. We're

on our own. Now, I don't know a

goddamn body who can help him, so

if you know somebody, call 'em.

MR. WHITE

I don't know anybody.

MR. PINK (OS)

Well, I guess we drop him off at

the hospital. Since he don't know

nothin about us, I say it's his

decision.

MR. WHITE'S POV:

C.U. OF MR. PINK.

MR. WHITE (OS)

Well, he knows a little about me.

MR. PINK

You didn't tell him your name, did

ya?

MR. WHITE (OS)

I told him my first name, and

where I'm from.

There is a long silence and a blank look from Mr. Pink,

then he SCREAMS:

MR. PINK

Why!

MR. WHITE (OS)

I told him where I was from a few

days ago. It was just a casual

conversation.

MR. PINK

And what was tellin him your name

when you weren't supposed to?

MR. WHITE (OS)

He asked.

Mr. Pink looks at Mr. White like he's retarded.

MR. WHITE (OS)

We had just gotten away from the

cops. He just got shot. It was

my fuckin fault he got shot. He's

a fuckin bloody mess - he's

screaming. I swear to god, I

thought we was gonna die right

then and there. I'm tryin to

comfort him, telling him not to

worry, he's gonna be okay, I'm

gonna take care of him. And he

asked me what my name was. I

mean, the man was dyin in my arms.

What the fuck was I supposed to

tell him, "Sorry, I can't give out

that information, it's against the

rules. I don't trust you

enough."? Maybe I shoulda, but I

couldn't.

MR. PINK

Oh, I don't doubt is was quite

beautiful--

MR. WHITE (OS)

Don't fuckin patronize me.

MR. PINK

One question: Do they have a sheet

on you, where you told him you're

from?

MR. WHITE (OS)

Of course.

MR. PINK

Well that's that, then. I mean, I

was worried about mug shot

possibilities already. But now he

knows: (a) what you look like, (b)

what your first name is,

(i) where you're from and (d) what

your specialty is.

They ain't gonna hafta show him a

helluva lot of pictures for him to

pick you out. That's it right,

you didn't tell him anything else

that could narrow down the

selection?

MR. WHITE (OS)

If I have to tell you again to

back off, me an you are gonna go

round and round.

Mr. Pink walks out of the C.U. and turns his back on Mr.

White. Mr. White's POV PANS over to him.

MR. PINK

We ain't taking him to a hospital.

MR. WHITE (OS)

If we don't, he'll die.

MR. PINK

And I'm very sad about that. But

some fellas are lucky, and some

ain't.

MR. WHITE (OS)

That fuckin did it!

Mr. White's POV CHARGES toward Mr. Pink.

Mr. Pink turns toward him in time to get PUNCHED hard in

the mouth.

END OF POV

Mr. White and Mr. Pink have a very ungraceful and

realistic fight. They go at each other like a couple of

alley cats.

As Mr. White SWINGS and PUNCHES, he SCREAMS:

MR. WHITE

You little motherfucker!

Mr. Pink YELLS as he HITS:

MR. PINK

Ya wanna fuck with me?! You wanna

fuck with me?! I'll show you who

you're fuckin with!

The two men end up on the floor KICKING and SCRATCHING.

Mr. White gets Mr. Pink in a HEADLOCK.

Mr. Pink reaches in his jacket for his gun, and pulls it

out.

Mr. White sees this, immediately lets go of Mr. Pink,

and goes for his own weapon.

The two men are on the floor, on their knees, with their

guns outstretched, aiming at one another.

MR. WHITE

You wanna shoot me, you little

piece of shit? Take a shot!

MR. PINK

Fuck you, White! I didn't create

this situation, I'm just dealin

with it. You're acting like a

first-year fuckin thief. I'm

actin like a professional. They

get him, they can get you, they

get you, they get closer to me,

and that can't happen. And you,

you motherfucker, are looking at

me like it's my fault. I didn't

tell him my name. I didn't tell

him where I was from. I didn't

tell him what I knew better than

to tell him. Fuck, fifteen

minutes ago, you almost told me

your name. You, buddy, are stuck

in a situation you created. So if

you wanna throw bad looks

somewhere, throw 'em at a mirror.

Mr. Pink lowers his gun and walks towards White.

MR. PINK

So if you wanna shoot somebody,

put that gun in your mouth and

shoot yourself.

Then from OFF SCREEN we hear:

VOICE (OS)

You kids don't play so rough.

Somebody's gonna start crying.

12 INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY - MEDIUM C.U. ON MR. BLONDE

The Voice belongs to the infamous Mr. Blonde.

Mr. Blonde sits on a counter, drinking a fast food coke

and eating a hot dog.

MR. PINK

Mr. Blonde! You okay? We thought

you might've gotten caught. What

happened?

Mr. Blonde doesn't answer, he just hops off the counter

and starts walking around the warehouse, checking the

place out.

He doesn't look at either Mr. Pink or Mr. White, he

just eats his hot dog and sips his coke.

This is making Pink and White nervous as hell. But Mr.

Pink tries to talk through it.

We HANDHOLD follow Mr. Blonde around the warehouse.

MR. PINK

Really, how did you get away?

Mr. Blonde walks the loft. Silent.

MR. PINK

You saw what happened to me,

I found a hole and booked.

Silence.

MR. PINK

Where's Mr. Blue?

Blonde looks in the bathroom.

MR. PINK

We were hopin you two would be

together.

Blonde looks out the window.

MR. PINK

That was the big question we had,

what happened to Mr.

Blue and you?

Blonde walks away from the window.

MR. PINK

We were worried the cops got ya.

Blonde bends down over Mr. Orange.

MR. PINK

He got it in the belly. He's

still alive, but won't be for

long.

MR. WHITE

Enough! You better start talkin

to us, asshole, cause we got shit

we need to talk about. We're

already freaked out, we need you

actin freaky like we need a fuckin

bag on our hip.

Mr. Blonde looks at his two partners in crime, then moves

towards them.

MR. BLONDE

So, talk.